OFFMi & Boulevard Depo - Выход силой (prod. Ray Qwa)
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OFFMi & Boulevard Depo - Выход силой (prod. Ray Qwa)
одинаковые вещи, одинаковые люди,
одинаковые мысли, мы сами такими будем
UMA THURMAN
Me as a judge: Do you swear to spill the tea , the whole tea , and nothing but the tea
We find the defendant to be actual trash. Take a fucking sip babes
Your honour, I disagree…but go off sis
“I won’t glorify or romanticize heartbreak, for me it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living.”
Warsan Shire (via homeiswherever-youare)
The Mirror [Зеркало] (1975, dir. Andrei Tarkovsky)
Avant-Garde Soviet movie posters
I’m afraid. I’m afraid, Dave. Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it.
2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) dir. Stanley Kubrick
Open hands are out of season. These days, everyone I know talks about coming at their hearts with their fists. I try to talk about myself that way: violence and timbre, teeth to pink underbelly, all ache in a skin suit. Bravado is a bad look on me– the fabric doesn’t hang right. I only bark at the things that scare me; I was born to be a soft, bruising thing. Like a fresh peach. No turn of phrase could suit me for the battlefield. Not when the hunger I feel is less fire, more symphony. My heart hums like the thrall of a cello. It sings and sings and softens.
BRAVADO by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
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The duality of man. The Jungian thing, sir.
Full Metal Jacket - dir. Stanley Kubrick - 1987
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