Trevor Edwards

  • August 4th, 2015 3:04pm

    ‘’This Is From Mathilda’’

    Natalie Portman, Léon: The Professional, 1994

  • August 4th, 2015 3:01pm

    I don’t see what there is to be so cagey about,“ she snapped. "And I don’t like your manners.”

    “I’m not crazy about yours,” I said. “I didn’t ask to see you. You sent for me. I don’t mind your ritzing me or drinking your lunch out of a Scotch bottle. I don’t mind your showing me your legs. They’re very swell legs and it’s a pleasure to make their acquaintance. I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings. But don’t waste your time trying to cross-examine me.

    — The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler.

  • August 4th, 2015 2:55pm

    idratherbeloislane:

    Sensation Comics #37

    I love how crime fighting together is basically a date for these two. They are so dorky. 

  • August 1st, 2015 12:52am

    No, what my heart will be is a tower,
    and I will be right out on its rim:
    nothing else will be there, only pain
    and what can’t be said, only the world.

    Only one thing left in the enormous space
    that will go dark and then light again,
    only one final face full of longing,
    exiled into what is always full of thirst,

    only one farthest-out face made of stone,
    at peace with its own inner weight,
    which the distances, who go on ruining it,
    force on to deeper holiness.

    — The Solitary Man by Rainer Maria Rilke (via trevoredwards)

  • July 26th, 2015 8:07pm


    amy-ambrosio:

    Marine Deleeuw by Matthew Sprout for The Line “Swim/Suits: Stretching the Sartorial Possibilities”, Summer 2015.

  • July 26th, 2015 8:06pm

    I have failed. I have fallen down in front of thousands of readers. I have been dragged through the Internet for weeks and months on end because I killed off beloved characters. My pathological fear of printing errors has come horribly true. Anything you are afraid of happening to you as a writer has happened to me and I am here to tell you- it all passes. You know what happens when your worst writing-based fear is realized? You lay on the floor for an hour, get back up, and try again. If you’re a real writer there is nothing ANYONE can say or do that will stop you. Especially no one on the interwebs. 

    There is literally nothing to be afraid of. Nothing. It’s an illusion. Go write.

    — Words for Pictures, Brian Michael Bendis, p. 201 (via myprivatelibrary)

  • July 26th, 2015 8:05pm

    avereventanni:

    Florinda Bolkan “Indagine su un cittadino al di sopra di ogni sospetto”, 1970 Elio Petri

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