And he loves her. He loves her like he can never grab enough of her between his fingers. And no matter how close he gets, even when they make love, it never feels close enough.
— Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance (via kitty-en-classe)
“When I speak of poetry I am not thinking of it as a genre. Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality.”
Andrei Tarkovsky, Sculpting In Time
Andrei Tarkovsky, Sculpting In Time
