Midsommar(2019) dir. Ari Aster

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Midsommar(2019) dir. Ari Aster
Jean-Pierre Viollier - Méditations Genevoises (oil on canvas, 1934)
Traditional Russian window frame - nalichnik (by Andrei Lisitsyn)
Lately all I can think about is someone in my bed
I turn over to see their face, just stirring
My curtains are casting golden shadows on their face
They groggily awake and kiss my forehead
I run my hand over their head, feeling their hair
We bury our faces into each other
And there is an unspoken, shared understanding that
This is the sort of moment you prolong
You give it space until your feet must inevitably leave the bed
God this made me scream
Faye Wei Wei
I lie next to my window and focus on the spots and streaks on the glass. I feel my discomfort in my legs and it starts to creep up, up, up until it reaches my throat. I try to swallow back the clump of torment but it eventually consumes me. My legs, my hips, my gut, my mouth, my eyes are teased and pestered. Yet, it’s a feeling - and that in itself makes it devilishly satisfying. I lean into the bullying of my own body and I begin to wonder if this is self-mutilation. Hard to say.
I remember the time I pretended I was a sunflower. I remember when I hiked to find a waterfall. Now I rot and wait and cry and welcome immobilization like a dear friend.
Is this it now? Because my diagnosis feels like detainment - imprisoned by a part of my biology and sentenced to a life of more paid maintenance. I can’t picture much worse than a mind that wants to love that is held back by itself.
Getting out of bed feels like it takes all I’ve got.
Remember when that cop pepper-sprayed students in 2011? UC Davis paid $175K to scrub it from the internet’s memory https://t.co/5prbgrx1WL
— Xeni (@xeni) April 14, 2016
Nice try fuckers.
$175K wasted with every reblog.
Let’s sure they DON’T get their money’s worth.
“and i need you to know that every moment you love being yourself, that’s me, loving you and loving being you.”
Leisurely Love, by Ness Lee
people: we’re dying please pay us more so we can afford housing and food
capitalists:
Frida Castelli
pretty shitty how baseline human activities like singing, dancing and making art got turned into skills instead of being seen as behaviors
so now it’s like ‘the point of doing them is to get good at them’ and not ‘this is a thing humans do, the way birds sing and bees make hives’.
Your green hair reminds me of all the mystical things I like about the Hufflepuff common room
Silly, I know
You are warm inside and out
I like the freckle on your waterline