𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖍 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙

don’t perceive me

[testure-1988]

Propaganda Magazine article on ‘Begotten’ 

[painstation-deactivated20181026]

[dinsintegration]

[harrowianthe]

what i find absolutely incredible about flowers in the attic is how thematically tight it is. like, the incest isn't in there for shock value, it's literally the founding myth of the family: malcolm is possessive of corinne to the point of it being clear that there's something sexual about it, even before you know the full backstory and olivia's religious obsession is arguably a reaction to her husband's attraction to their daughter. you have corinne and chris senior's original sin, obviously. even when chris and cathy are children, it's clear the boundaries with their parents are somewhat muddled and their mutual attraction, at least on chris' part, is influenced by his own unresolved oedipical attraction towards corinne. cathy immediately makes their father a martyr and hates corinne in a textbook helektra complex. part of the tragedy of it is that they would have probably never developed an incestuous relationship if they hadn't been forced to step in as parents to their younger siblings. the narrative closes in on them inexorably and it's all there, from the very first pages!!!

[thingsfromthedirt]

[ducissatenebrarum]

Paul McCarroll

more here

[uspiria]

Theda Bara, 1915.

[toiich]

Edvard Munch photographed himself in a psychiatric clinic. Copenhagen, 1908

[t-800]

Nine Inch Nails — SIN (1990) dir. Brett Turnbull

[cyclopean]

[vintagecourtneylove]

[counterbalancing]

[throughkeyholes]

[otovx-deactivated20230605]

[kavaler]

Oh De Laval - what doesn’t kill me better run (2021)

[guiltrose-deactivated20180203]

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

[weltenwellen]

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, "Extracting the Stone of Madness", Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

[admitier]

[ID: A quote by Alejandra Pizarnik. It reads, "But don't speak of gardens. Don't speak of the moon. Don't speak of roses or the sea. Speak of what you know. Speak of the thing that rings in the marrow, that plays in your eyes with shadow and light. Speak of the endless ache in your bones. Speak of vertigo. Speak of respiration and of desolation and of your treason. It's so dark, so silent, this process that grips me. Just speak of the silence." End ID.]

[worldclassdisaster]

a ruthlessness born of love