I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow

I hope it bleeds all day long - The Mountain Goats

[julyhighcry]

to want and be wanted

georges bataille / emily palermo / olivia laing / @chaandajaan / georges bataille / cj hauser / @kvetchkween / @nicholasbraungf / vi khi nao / silas denver melvin

[somefunnylagoon]

James Spader at Cannes in 1996 for David Cronenberg’s Crash

[9prophets]

Is it even art if the movie doesn’t make you feel horny and uncomfortable?

[machineheart66]

[machineheart66]

[scissorsaint]

was gonna say something like, [pointing at a car crash] "this too is sex" but then i remembered that Cronenberg beat me to it 30 years ago

[lestatbf]

[dick starved voice] i just need to get in a car crash

[pretty-noose]

One of the funniest film facts to me will always be that Crash won a special jury prize at Cannes film festival for ““audacity””. They said you had some fucking nerve making that one Cronenberg

[pien-art]

Super stuck on the rest of this drawing (2 more audreys) so have this audrey/ellen drawing for now 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[roua-poemului]

“Her blood is dancing, she wants to live, and there is no life here.”

— Anton Chekhov, from In Exile.

[danskjavlarna]

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[charnel-grounds]

Wolfgang Grässe (1930–2008), “Kwaidan”, 1979

[charnel-grounds]

Katsuo Nakamura in Kwaidan (1964)

[ummyusha]

“Collect books, even if you don’t plan on reading them right away. Nothing is more important than an unread library.”

– John Waters

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“When I kissed her I was so full of desire between one kiss and another that I felt I would lose her if we stopped kissing.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Ibrahim Muhawi, from “Journal of an Ordinary Grief,”

[petaltexturedskies]

All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person's (or thing's) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.

Susan Sontag, On Photography (originally published in 1977)

[metamorphesque]

—  Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath | Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit