whitterings:

You don’t know

I put my head in my hands.
A feeling beyond the looks that pierce through ten a.m,
to the hours I spend too long
looking
at the starched collars

that are beyond reach

of an

XX.

Slathering expectation.
I see the let down
let down by the difference in forthright and
downright unnecessary expectation

because I sense next steps

And there’s trepidation in the unknown.

Frowning.
This is too much for the episode.

Enjoy.

bills-skarsgards:

You can’t speak. You can’t move. But this opens you up to the influence. And it breaks down your defenses. Trust me. All right? You’re gonna love it. 

MIDSOMMAR (2019) dir. Ari Aster

whitterings:

It always looks the same

I crawl greys and blues,

tucking the drone of morning between chains

to knock a hope

that fizzles under day.

Tags: Poem

jessicahuangs:

Jodie Comer as Villanelle in Killing Eve Season 2

brody75:

Killing Eve - The Hungry Caterpillar

whitterings:

Hit me.

Let me catch your breath.

I brush the need you’ve never know.


Show me faces in glasses

in passing -

it’s flames in smoke

in a vacuum of choking predictions

and I close my eyes to space

because it’s a new place.


In the quiet of voices I sit,

and we know deeper -

a presence in the glass-lined shelves

and they’re bottles of lost time

and lost sentiments

and it looks feebly above the voices.


I took one.

I’ll sit in an intonation of

carefree but you won’t see me.


I reach to the space but

it’s just a tremor

beneath a laughter of form that eases through hallways

and past the shards.

And I’ll take that, too.

Being 27 and still mentally ill enough for it to affect your job but not having enough money to sort yourself out is well ace innit.

stars-bean:

Girl, Interrupted (1999) dir. James Mangold

(via books-coffee-and-time-travel)