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Take this as my personal recommendation.
Wake of Corrosion and The Edge of Sleep are two of my favorite thriller podcasts to date. (And Wake of Corrosion is coming out with a third season!) Magic Tavern — fictional narrative improv comedy — is my go-to for when I want to just take it easy.
Needed to leave this here because I know like 3 other people who listen to audio dramas and we're all already talked out lol
Been watching so much thriller and horror lately, I figured I ought to pay respect to movie history and check out renowned classics for a change.
Next on my watchlist:
Diabolique (1955) | Original title: Les Diaboliques
Eyes Without A Face (1960) | Original title: Les yeux sans visage
Hour of the Wolf (1965) | Original title: Vargtimmen
This guy interrupted an international football match in a well-known sexist, misogynistic, homophobic country for this. ✊
The front of his shirt says "SAVE UKRAINE".
The back, in case it's not clear, says "RESPECT FOR IRANIAN WOMEN".
This appears to be a rainbow pride flag but some say it is a rainbow peace flag. (Human rights, either way. Let's go!)
(Halaman not mine.)
I don't know.
I don't know much. Sometimes I feel like I don't know anything.
Most days, I'm okay. But some days, I feel like nothing is right. I've done wrong. I haven't done enough. I'm fucking up. And the voices in my head get loud, quickly drowning out the semblance of contentment that laid there.
I'm a fully fledged adult and I still don't know what I'm doing? Isn't that exhausting? I can't be the only one who feels that way, right?
Sometimes I'm okay with that, knowing that we can't always know. Sometimes I beat myself up for allowing myself to get lost, that I should know, that I should be better. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever know. If all life is is monotony — a pattern of mistakes and not-being-enough.
Sometimes I have hope for myself. Today does not appear to be one of those days.
Today, I am suspended in gloom. I am not hopeful. But I'm lucid enough to hold on to the thought that the dark clouds hanging over my head and suffocating me with its fog will pass at some point like they always do.
I'm just... tired.
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But you can’t run away from home without destroying somebody’s world.
Mirrormask (2005)
Recent activity on Neil Gaiman's Tumblr has reminded me that this exists. (How I forgot, I'll never understand.)
I need to rewatch this.
Yeah ngl at this point it literally feels like my man Hozier needs to release a prerequisite reading list for every song he writes.
Sometimes I feel like I'm not well-read enough for some of Hozier's lyrics but his songs are just so beautiful :')
Swan upon Leda
I had the most incredible dream last night.
In it, I was watching a movie but I was also in it, and it wasn't me but I was seeing through their eyes so it was me even though it wasn't. There was some creative framing — close-ups and clever angles — and visuals like I never had in any dream before.
There was plenty fuuuuuckedddd uuuuppp body disfiguration & horror involving penises and heads and skin and flesh and orifices where there shouldn't be.
Words can't nearly do it justice! I wish so bad I could paint (and animate) so that it could live on beyond the insides of my brain. But for now, the details of the wonderfully horrific imagery is mine and mine alone.
Wo Wann ist Prometheus?
Don't play with my feelings like this :((((
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Two very familiar faces together at the BAFTA Scotland Awards on Sunday! ✨️
Hozier's own words about the song, from the description:
Egyptian journalist and author Mona Eltahawy once referred to the global systems that control and endanger women as the world's "oldest form of occupation."
Ever since hearing her speak in Dublin, I wanted to explore that thought in a piece.
I wrote Swan Upon Leda in Ireland a year ago and recorded it recently with producer Jenn Decilveo. We were tracking it in studio when the news came through of Roe v. Wade being overturned. I felt there was an opportunity to offer some show of solidarity.
We're reminded again by the protests in Iran that progressivism is a global movement. the recent pushbacks against civil liberties and human rights respect no boundaries or borders, and like all acts of control, violence and indeed all forms of occupation, their legacies can be immeasurable in both the personal and political spheres.
But the gateway to the world Was still outside the reach of him What never belonged to angels Had never belonged to man The swan upon Leda Empire upon Jerusalem
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Did someone say SEASON 2???! ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
Turns out, sometimes an out of town trip can mean just one city over.
Had wonderful company. Discovered new places in a city we thought we already knew. Can't complain. :)
scrolling twitter today and then coming over here is like walking out of a burning building and then walking into the calm remains of a building that burnt down 5 years ago and has been reclaimed by nature.
You can die out here. You’re out in the wilderness, far away from anybody. You can die out here. Don’t you understand that? You have to take it seriously. You have to have a way to get help. You have to be able to change your own tire.
Nomadland (2020) dir. Chloé Zhao
