A diagram in Life Magazine on how to kiss properly, 1942.
“Leo’s my playmate. When we we’re filming, the ship’s railing starts to shake, and you just think, ‘If this railing goes, I’m a goner.’ I turned to Leo and said, ‘I want to have a baby.’ And he said, ‘Oh, shut up”. I said, ‘Well, I do’. And he said, ‘Now?’
-Kate Winslet
June Carter and Johnny Cash
Natasha Poly by Alasdair McLellan
And it came to me then. That we were wonderful travelling companions, but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal on their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they’re nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we’d be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.
Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami (via buckthorn)
