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theegregore: Jim Hodges at the Hammer Museum in LA.
So strong everything is
dross.
alacridthing: Cole Hardwik by David Suarez, muah Aracely Zarate, for Manuel Díaz, Oct. 2018
365filmsbyauroranocte: The Wrong Man (Alfred Hitchcock, 1956)
hellyeahanarchistposters: “A change of rulers is the joy of foolsAnti-Election Campaign 1980Create a self-managed Society"Screenprint made by the Lucifoil poster collective in Sydney in the lead-up to the 1980 Australian Federal Election.
windflowerfairy: by Emily Dickinson
lespasperdus:-Noumène-
unexplained-events: Sarcoma Cranii A rare type of cancer that occurs in the bones of the skull base and spine.
комплекс бога
After all that time still alive
da-da-sk: “And yet some instinct within me demanded that I seek solitude that I remain apart as something different. This compulsion was manifested as a mysterious and strange malaise.” — Yukio Mishima, Confessions of a Mask
salemwitchtrials: “What can go wronggoes wrong, & between loves an emptyspace defines itself like a stone’s weighthelps it to sink into earth.”An excerpt from “The Heart’s Graveyard Shift,’ a poem by Yusef Komunyakaa
finita–la–commedia: “Dearest, you will try not to idealize me, won’t you ? Think of me as … thin and rather tired looking, and full of faults and annoying ways.” — Elsie Rosaline Masson (1890–1935), in a letter to Bronislaw Malinowski
xshayarsha: “Your voice I know. It had me terrified. When I hear it in dreams, from time to time all my life, it sounds like a taunt – but dreams distort sound, for they sent it over many waters.” — Anne Carson, from Plainwater: Essays and Poetry;
With a heavy heart I-
flashback-lecter: If you know me, you don’t know me.
01sentencereviews: “I don’t want to wait anymore, Léo. I want to die.” Trouble Every Day (2001, Claire Denis) cinematography by Agnès Godard
rhubarbes: tci_theclassyissue
amandum:
thereal-reginageorge:IG: meghanxhemond
eerieghosts:Vampyr, 1932.
Gateways ov Flesh
flashback-lecter: People like You and me are quite lonely really, but we’re so caught up in our own world we will never realize how to live out of it. And if I ever lay outside, on a field of roses, and gaze at the stars and tell you how lonely I am,
crimsonkismet: Hermann Hesse, Demian, (1919)
malinconie: Gustav Klimt, Philosophie (1899-1907, destroyed in 1945) and Jurisprudence (1899-1907, destroyed in 1945)
wishbzne: reborn: journals and notebooks, susan sontag
woundgallery:Cornelia Parker, The Spider That Died in the Tower of London, 2000
crimsonkismet:me, staring at the Moon, almost every night: I love you, I really do.
criwes:Black Result by Michał Janowski
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rememberless: Photo by Timothy Paul Smith on Unsplash
365filmsbyauroranocte: Susana (Luis Buñuel, 1951)
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crimsonkismet: “Something in my soul was rising, rising, ceaselessly, painfully, and refused to be still.” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Too deformed to appear as I wish, transparent.
Really I’m something of a tragedy. Everything around me seems like a mistake. My mind is a mistake, what I want seem impossible to attian but I can’t stop
luthienne: “I’m searching for a phrase that will release everything that’s pent up in me.” — Henry Miller, in a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller, 1932-1953
violentwavesofemotion: “Deathless sea, tell me what you are whispering,” — Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Olga Broumas & T. Begley, from “I Lived The Beloved Name,”
salemwitchtrials: [ID: an excerpt from ‘Nick and the Candlestick,’ a poem by Sylvia Plath “The painYou wake to is not yours.“]
oldchildrensbooks: The Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm The Queen Bee Artist : Arthur Rackham
elayesildogan: The Striped catshark extracts aragonite from sea salt to build a series of mirrors on the back its eyes. This allows it to see 10 times better then humans underwater in low light.©Craig Foster/Sea Change Project
blinded-with-desire:Lera Abova in Wonderland Magazine Spring 2019 by Adam Whitehead
grandrieux: Absences répétées (Guy Gilles, 1972)
chaoticcinema: THE FACE OF ANOTHER (I HAVE A STRANGER’S FACE) (TANIN NO KAO) Hiroshi Teshigahara
shrbrrpxr: BRACO DIMITRIJEVIĆ
artist-gericault: Head of a Drowned Man, 1819, Theodore GericaultMedium: oil,canvas,paper
anatomicdeadspace: Skull showing large bone destruction due to abscesses. Fig. 32 from Oral Abscesses by Kurt H. Thoma, 1916.
dialogues:Won’t be your bride. Travel on, dark rider.
lovessecreterdomain: Aleksandr Kostetsky, whose name is often misspelled as Aleksandr Kosteckij.
ContraTodos
quotespile: “It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on the earth as though I had a right to be here.” — James Baldwin, The Price of the Ticket
ortut:Jean-François Lacalmontie - Epiderme 1, 2017
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goldenfashion:Playboy Japan, 1978.
salemwitchtrials: “Human existence is so fragile a thing and exposed to such dangers that I cannot love without trembling.” — Gravity and Grace, Simone Weil
frawgs: imagine being someones dream girl . i almost blacked out thinking abt it
actsofgodhood: “What does it mean to be so sick with want that you create rituals which lead nowhere?” — Melissa Broder (via anger-is-an-energy)
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