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THE WONDER (2022), dir. Sebastián Lelio
Hannibal (2013-2015) Breaking Bad (2008-2013)
Gabbriette for Vogue Czechoslovakia October 2022
on her metamorphosis.... the small aftermath of new monster - hood...
Eve’s home was drafty, with Georgia’s winter having hit a bit harder than usual. Her windows banged and thrashed from the outside wind, a screeching filling her almost-overstuffed house every other second. Her floorboards creaked angrily whenever she walked across them - a threat of walk over me again and I'll break! that never followed through. But it was a comfort, she found, to allow her feet to touch the floor. Walking on air, hovering over them, had never been an exciting way of travel - Eve had realized this within a few months of her metamorphosis, how her feet left the floor if she wasn't careful, how weightlessness felt like nothing and yet there was a distinct buzzing beneath her soles. Pleasant flies tickling her toes, pushing them upwards until the ground disappeared and was replaced with air. She had realized other things as well. The food she had grown to love and enjoy, dishes that had risen in popularity over the decades, all of them made with loving brown hands, no longer satiated her hunger; now, she consumed them for comfort, rather than survival. And mirrors began to strike her with a certain type of terror that began at the base of her belly and spread outwards, stopping at her corneas and stinging them harshly.
I am not delicate. Look at me. I am not trying to disappear.
Hard Damage, ‘The Ownership of Naming Things’ by Aria Aber (via holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe)
The world is entire, and I am outside of it, crying … —
katrien de blauwer / edith sitwell / e. m. forster / anaïs nin / virginia woolf / h. g. wells
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: My loneliness asked nothing of me, it festered with inattention. Rarely did it think out loud. I neglected my loneliness and it expanded with animosity. My loneliness grew into a forest atop me.]
Jean Paul Gaultier: Blood Drip Faux Fur Coat Autumn/Winter 1998
Ganja and Hess (1973) dir. Bill Gunn
Ganja & Hess (1973)
Joel-Peter Witkin - Still life, Mexico, 1992.
Tomie: Forbidden Fruit (Shun Nakahara, 2002)
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“In early Christian hymns, hunger seems to mean human vulnerability; the implication is, therefore, that the hungry will be satisfied. In the spirituality of eleventh- and twelfth-century Europe, however, hunger began to mean a craving that can never be filled.”
— Caroline Walker Bynum | Holy Feast and Holy Fast: The Religious Significance of Food to Medieval Women