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this is kinda creepy tho
The story behind this painting is very interesting, though. The artist’s mother was very sick, so the house was always filled a suffocating silence. This painting depicts him wanting to scream, but having to be silent, hence the anguished expression. In the whole painting you see figures in the background, one of which is his sister.
by the time Edvard Munch painted The Scream, his mother (as well as one of his sisters) had died from tuberculosis. his father passed from a heart condition and his other sister was admitted into an insane asylum. while some people think this painting is a self portrait, it is lead to be believed that it is a combination of both Munch and his sick sister whose asylum was located near the environment of the painting.
some choose to believe that The Scream depicts the sounds coming from the local asylum while others think it depicts the psychological turmoil of dealing with insanity. either way, it is a truly haunting piece.
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How to break a heart.
How to break a heart.
Kiss her. Slowly. Takin’ my own time, there’s no other place to be. Yet. Kiss her like i’m not merely waiting for someone else to come. Lay my hands beneath her shirt, or skirt, perhaps. Maybe get strangled by bra straps. No! Wait. Again. Kiss her like i’ve forgotten any other lips i’ve touched before. Yes. Better. Kiss her curiously, childishly maybe. Sort of laughting into her mouth, maybe…
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I am guessing there’s a constant. Some sort of repeated beat that falls in between words Arousingly erotic, marking the rhythm. There must be some sort of coherence, A string pulling out the photographs On a stalkers wall. Some sort of trail. Some sort of clue. Something I’m not seeing. But I also believe I just got to used to it. (and I refuse to blame my ears for this) But I’ve lost my ability…
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Anna Karina and Jean-Luc Godard behind the scenes of Une femme est une femme, 1961
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