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the sound of music (1965) the princess bride (1987)
dick tracy (1990) a single man (2009) requiem for a dream (2000) all about my mother (1999)
raw fish and basement burials and episodic television and an orange moon
Fake laughed at a customer's joke today and dropped the smile within milliseconds of them turning around. when I tell you that I felt like Patrick fucking Bateman
“Alexander McQueen”, photographed by Nick Knight for The Face April 1996.
it’s almost february again. that’s very romantic.
the amount of cupboards in your home make perfect sense to me
I've bitten the polish off my pointer finger, I'm sorry. I'm thinking about december, the ballet, the past year. The new year. Spring, a first second semester, how everything now falls into groups of two. A conversation that led me to an answer that I find myself questioning again and again and again. A rubber band opposed to quick-hardening glue. There's no right way, only wrong answers, like the uselessness of a paperweight.
I should be at the ballet and my feed should be a grid but december likes to take
Die Heldenreise" (The Hero's Journey), created by artist Franco Luccarda
i’m hibernating
behind the scenes: horror pt 5
Postcards from the edge - Marcia Resnick, RIP
It has nothing to do with Satan, Mama. It’s me. Me.
Carrie (1976) dir. Brian De Palma
fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this
suggested photo memories be like remember when you bled out all of your innocence