#(mother.....)

[mook-eyes]

HENISODE LETS GO LESBIANS

[renrapp]

THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER (2023) 1.01 "A Midnight Dreary"

[xielianhua]

Meng Ziyi

[vulturevanity]

SHOCK AND DISTRESS

MÖTHER WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU

[thelifeeofashowgirl]

Me: going to the swing 5 times for listening to songs already...and now playing them on speakers in the background during studying rn

Mom: Aaj kal songs sunna badh nhi Gaya tera-

[dearorpheus]

Storytelling for Angela Carter was an island full of noises and sweet airs, and like Caliban, who heard a thousand twangling instruments hum about his ears, she was tuned to an ethereal universe packed with sensations, to which she was alive with every organ. Acoustics are not the only means, however, that she draws on to convey the lucid dreams she creates in her fiction. Her imagination is spatial, an architect’s econometric vision, as she moves through palaces and castles, forests and tundras, dungeons and attics, tracking with us down pathways towards her various sealed depositories of secrets, those bloody chambers. What reader does not explore with her these passages and woodland tracks? Who does not feel the Beast’s dark carriage like a hearse rumbling towards his eerily inhabited domain? And who does not sense, through her powerful evocations, the pricking of thorns, the jaw-cracking stringiness of granny, the jangling of bed springs, the licking of a big cat’s tongue, the soft luxurious furs and velvets and skin, and the piercing contrasts of ice, glass, metal? Cognitive theorists of language have identified such travelling movements and embodied presences in narrative as prime conductors of readerly empathy, replicating the motions of thought itself as it models scenes and experiences in the mind’s eye. Carter’s mastery of these effects brings about a quality of hallucinatory reality, dreamlike in its close-up intensity, that wraps the products of her unleashed fantasy. She knew what word power could do in this regard: “No werewolf make-up in the world can equal the werewolf in your mind’s eye,” she wrote. 

— Marina Warner on why Angela Carter’s The Bloody Chamber still bites

[lingthing]

my mom got a new phone and she was talking about the new personal ringtones she set for everyone and I asked what mine was she said “I don’t know what it is, I just know it’s anime” she showed me and it was the fucking first death note opening