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nosferatu (2024) dir. robert eggers // kiss of death (1908) by włodzimierz błocki
Lymantriine Moths by itchydogimages
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emma stone as bella baxter in ‘poor things’
If these words can do anything if these songs can do anything I say bless this house with stars.
Transfix us with love.
— Joy Harjo, from "The Creation Story," Weaving Sundown in a Scarlet Light
Se queste parole possono fare qualcosa
Se queste canzoni possono fare qualcosa
Dico benedici questa casa con le stelle.
By lunar-waiting
by red nectar
“Fear and excitement are chemically the same. Sadness is a hair away from melancholy. Melancholy is almost pleasure, brushing against happiness. It’s all the fucking same.”
— Catherine Hanrahan, Lost Girls and Love Hotels
“La paura e l'eccitazione sono chimicamente la stessa cosa. La tristezza è a un pelo dalla malinconia. La malinconia è quasi un piacere, sfiora la felicità. È tutto uguale, cazzo.
(by ChadSiddall)
Alexandra Daddario in Lost Girls and Love Hotels (2020)
Via (lunar-waiting)
This is how it is about us: you flee into metaphor but you return with another moth flapping inside your throat. It curls itself from the black in your mouth whispering I’m sorry about these ghosts knocking against your bones.
— Aria Aber, from “Nostalgia Is Not the Right Word,” Hard Damage
Ecco come si tratta di noi: fuggi nella metafora ma torni con un'altra falena sbattendo dentro la tua gola. Si arriccia dal nero nella tua bocca sussurrando mi dispiace di questi fantasmi che bussano contro le tue ossa.