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oh i get it now! what happened fundamentally and irrevocably changed me forever
Archival interview with Jean Rollin, from Infinite Dreams (2023)
Om Shanti Om (2007)
Resmaa Menakem, In an Interview by Krista Tippett
the living dead girl (1982) dir. jean rollin
the cdc says to get rid of the yellow wallpaper in your house asap
farah khan could do endgame but the russo brothers couldn’t do deewangi deewangi.
Conversation with a Native Son: Maya Angelou and James Baldwin
spun (2002)
oh to be doing a shit ton of coke at studio 54 with not a care in the world...... high fiving justin trudeau’s mom and dancing like im bout to get my pussy ate to donna summer’s love to love you baby.
the sexual tension between me and the woman trapped beneath the aged yellow wallpaper in my room
“Rieux had learned that he need no longer steel himself against pity. One grows out of pity when it’s useless. And in this feeling that his heart had slowly closed in on itself, the doctor found a solace, his only solace, for the almost unendurable burden of his days. This, he knew, would make his task easier, and therefore he was glad of it.”
— Albert Camus, The Plague (translation Stuart Gilbert) (1947)
“…because what isn’t shared ceases to seem quite real, perhaps even ceases to be real.”
— Pat Barker, The Silence of the Girls