ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴄᴏʀᴇ @archived0415 - Tumblr Blog

hm. ngl, with everything that’s going on in my country, in my personal life, and having finally come to terms with what my lot is in this e-space, i haven’t felt very inspired or talkative. i’m not even sure if i want to be here still, but if i do post things then i guess i just want to let it be known that i’m not purposely ignoring anyone. i’m not the type of person that can fake it, lol, so i’d prefer to just simmer in silence for now. also.. i think i want to go by my name-name: denise. i was dev--devin if you’re fancy--for a long time, but i’ve always been denise in more personal spaces so.. yeah. back to our regularly scheduled radio silence now.

#anyway. patria y vida para todo mi gente.#incluso aquellos que desean a sus hermanos propio la muerte y la represion.

granolagaeilgeoir

"You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love...I love...I love you."

#v: here there are monsters by which i mean you.#art.

oldschoolteenflicks

Irreconcilable Differences (1984) dir. by Charles Shyer

#omg surprise adina treat.. gobbles it up immediately #dina x adam #also v tru 🤭

gothish

#dina ; isms.

holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe

(…) to be embodied was to be the altar and the flesh and the knife. Sometimes the gods just want to see what you are going to do.

Akwaeke Emezi, from Freshwater (Grove Press, 2018)

#v: here there are monsters by which i mean you.#w.#eduardo ; isms.

soracities

“A tongue will wrestle its mouth to death and lose— language is a cemetery.”

— Natalie Diaz, “Cloud Watching”

“Where do words come from? They come from the dead. We inherit them. Borrow them. Use them for a time to bring the dead to life.”

— Ruth Ozeki, A Tale for the Time Being

“All the dead voices. They make a noise like wings. Like leaves. Like sand. Like leaves.”

— Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

“Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs?”

— Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale

“The sentence is adorned with all of its dead.”

— Jacques Derrida, Cinders

“There are no people in what I’ve written. Only ghosts.”

— Susan Sontag, Reborn: Early Diaries, 1947-1963

#nt to be dramatic as fuck bt. this makes me think of tht feeling u get when u read over old threads w ppl u dnt talk to anymore.. :pensive:#sigh.#w.#c.

theroning

The Handmaiden (dir. by Park Chan-wook, 2016)

#i see the handmaiden and immediately i go crazie.#v: here there are monsters by which i mean you.#dina ; long live the girl king.

mirroredroads

on wanting what you cannot have

Gemma Troy, Heart Lines. / Chunking Express (1994) dir. Wong Kar-wai / Washing Machine Heart (2018) Mitski / silhouette, park slope, Brooklyn @joelzimmer / Sylvia Plath, Poppies in July / Lossapardo / Clarice Lispector, Àuga Viva

#omg op... this is beautiful 😔#w.#c.#matilda ; isms.#dina ; isms.