“Bir ağacı kök saldığı yerden ayırıp başka bir yere taşırsanız, ağaç meyve vermez olur. Verse de, kendi yerindeyken vereceği meyve kadar güzel olmaz. Bu, doğanın kanunudur. Bence, ülkemi terk etmiş olsaydım, aynen o ağaç gibi olurdum.”
Fotoğraf: Abbas Kiarostami'nin 1991 yapımı “Close Up” (Yakın Plan) filminden.
Güzel uyu İran sinemasının gözü, Abbas Kiarostami.. (4. 07. 2016)
Keşke her şey “Zeytin Ağaçlarının Altında” ya da "Sevmek Gibi"deki “Kirazın Tadı” kadar güzel ve “Shirin” olsa. Sonra da, -eminim ki o ağız tadıyla sevdiğimizi arar, sana “Arkadaşımın Evi Nerede” diye sorduğumuzda, sen bizi “Yakın Plan”ınaalıp “Rüzgar Bizi Sürükleyecek” derdin..
Ve işte sürükledi rüzgar, ‘güzel bir insan’ı daha aramızdan, ağzımızda ‘kirazın tadı'nı bırakarak..
My flowers grew back as thorns, windows borded up after the storm, he built a fire just to keep me warm…. like totally the saddest thing ever, followed by the warmest loveliest line ever. My heart my head, everything. Words. I can’t right now. I’m dead. Again words, I’m just not sure which ones to use 🤷🏼♀️ 😂
009 the reason for my visiting Nogales has to do with my thesis. I am looking at sister cities along the U.S./Mexico border for signs of decay due to increased border isolation. This was taken in downtown Nogales, AZ. It was once a thriving business community–no longer.
Elven wasn’t always the brightest boy. Sure, he’s been alive for a few centuries, but that doesn’t mean he understood a thing. He was a vampire, but he had never expected to actually be hunted. He hadn’t had a real actual meal in a very long time. He was pretty much a vegatarian, with only a bag full of Chinese noodles to keep his hunger at bay. Which was something the vampire would never understand.
Elven did not look threatening. He looked like a short 19 year old boy. He had completly white hair, with only a single strip of black in it. He dressed rather nicely though. A button down shirt and jeans. He carried a backpack with him, and wore earbuds. He sang along to what sounded like a katy perry song.
it wasn’t long before he reached his destination. Which was an old warehouse with borded up windows. It looked like it hadn’t been used in forever. Regardless, he pulled out a set of keys, and opened the door. He called in “Violet! I’m home! And i got dinner for you.”
Argh!!! angie-pangaea has been hit with the flu the same as I have :( But unlike me, she’s become productive from it! She wrote a Pietro x Reader fic. You know you’d want him to look after you if you were sick!
Well… have him attempt anyway… Remember to send angie-pangaea some messages if love if you like this fic!