At the end of the day, there is only yourself and the sky.
PRIDE

I loved you; even now I must confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.

Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I love you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.

– Alexander Pushkin, “I Loved You” (via feellng)

violentwavesofemotion:

The Hours (2002) dir. by Stephen Daldry: Nicole Kidman (with the word “Oscar” stamped on her forehead) delivers a performance of a lifetime playing a rather difficult role while disguising everything that is usually so associated with her. With a fake nose, a cold, dark and distant attitude and above all a rough change to her voice, Kidman portrays Mrs. Woolf exactly as the writers wanted us to grasp her and manages to be the most outstanding of the three despite getting the least screen time. Absolutely amazing.”

Fuck amphetamines.. Fuck them. They make me feel so fucked up. I don’t know why I did that.