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Possessor (2020) dir. Brandon Cronenberg

A loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one’s work and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.

Albert Camus, The Plague (trans. Justin O’Brien)

#thinking about camus and mr. robot (2015-2019) rn #narrate.

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Being traumatised means continuing to organise your life as if the trauma were still going on–unchanged and immutable–as every new encounter or event is contaminated by the past.

Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma (via intimatum)

#hhhh #narrate.#the body keeps the score.#this ruinous ever present past.

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Tom Yurkovic

#distortion.

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Louisa Clement - From the series Heads, 2014-15

#am i sure the only me is me?#aesthetic.

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Sarah Kane, 4.48 Psychosis // Kaye Donachie //Andrés Cerpa, “The Vault”

#am i sure the only me is me?#compilations.

holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe

How much can flesh really hurt spirit? Who do you think will be bruised more in the end?

Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi (via decreation)

#i reenact my faith that i can build again.#narrate.#pick a silence and choose a sickness.

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actual entity (color field cascade in rendition of process metaphysics)

digital art by zouassi

#aesthetic.

rainybelieverr

#won't be any people left to cry for.

scottishwobbly

"Worst of all is that, having colonised almost every known corner of reality, capitalism convinces us that life itself is what’s awful. Which would be so much easier to believe, relinquishing us from the added strain of imagining what possibilities might lie beyond the existent. But some things can never be fully ground down, some truths – physiological rather than intellectual – never quite forgotten. As children, everything was so different: we promised ourselves we’d never become old, nor surrender our dreams. With the passing of time, though, those joyous days, in which all activity was but a modification of play, somehow receded into the distant past. Hammered out of us by the banality of routine, and the violence of constant stress, that youthful wisdom – the unashamed passion with which we approached every conceivable issue – slowly withered and died. As adults, most of us have totally forsaken the preciousness of life – not merely our own lives as individuals, but also of life itself. Yet it can always be rediscovered. Lying within each of us is a dormant truth, something so terrible, so revolutionary, that it threatens to demolish everything that makes the 21st century such a wretched affair: life is not merely something to get through. "

- Total Liberation

#in tears: yeah.... yeah......#narrate.#do not let the fire die.