the chrysanthemum scene from deep end by @aaronstveit
inject this scene into my bloodstream it’s so ,,, like tranquil but deeply impactful?? like you read it and it’s written beautifully and you want to reread it immediately but also just ooft you feel
+ bonus zoom ins on their faces
Wasted, Marya Hornbacher / . / . / . / painting by Mladen Ilic / Paul Auster / Letters To Milena, Franz Kafka / Wide Sargasso Sea, Jean Rhys / The Departure Of The Train, Clarice Lispector / Beau Taplin
marius is so “oh no! anyway” about eponine confessing her love and then immediately dying that 1862 girlies could have started using “and by the way, monsieur marius, i believe that i was a little bit in love with you” as a preface to announce major geopolitical events
missing the way someone used to be is such a restless type of longing. it’s not love or hatred. it’s just forever living with the gap in your life they once filled and won't ever again because they aren't that person anymore