Count your blessings, Lizzy. If he liked you, you’d have to talk to him.

« You have a very pretty name. May I ask you where are you (and your name) from? » — Anonymous

Thank you so much. I’m from Turkey and my name means crescent moon in Arabic :)

Elizabeth: How did it begin?
Mr. Darcy: I cannot fix the hour, or the spot, or the look. It was too long ago and I was in the middle before I knew I had begun.
"I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me. Shut up, let me tell you, let me. Every time I look at your face, or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me, and you’re just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day, to think about you enough. I feel like I’m gonna live a thousand years cause that’s how long it’s gonna take me to have one thought about you, which is that I’m crazy about you. I don’t wanna be with anybody else. I don’t. I really don’t. I don’t think about women anymore. I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train. We were on this train and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream, you were holding my hand and I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t believe it wasn’t real."
- Louis C. K. (via clairelizabethfraser)


Her (2013)

The ear was pinned firmly through the upper flange, close to the edge, and a full two inches of the nail’s square, headless shank was free above the pinioned appendage. There was almost no blood, and it was clear from the boy’s face that while he was both frightened and uncomfortable, he was in no great pain. I began to think that Geilie perhaps had been right in considering this a fairly lenient sentence, given the overall state of current Scottish jurisprudence, though this didn’t alter by one whit my opinion as to the barbarity of it.

Andrei Tarkovsky, 1970’s


Andrei Tarkovsky, 1970’s