[mucillo]

Apocalypse Now (1979) - Music Video - The End

Musica + film...combinazione perfetta

[whitelilyslament]

Duality of Sacred Ecstasy

A stream flows through me, washing away the remnants of human clay. Absorbing from outside and within. I feel how infinite it is, completely devouring me.Inside me there is something — it opens its eyes when I inhale. While the skin peels away, reaching the core. Something inside is tearing me apart, my head is cracking. My body loses its shape.I know that my human self is fighting with the transcendent within me.

[oxidi]

still from '3 women' (1977)

[whitelilyslament]

[ogenoger]

[whitelilyslament]

It physically hurtsssssssss meeeeeeeeee

[oncleo]

Kinugasa, 狂った一頁, A Page of Madness, 1926.

[tanzgruppe]

Volk ( from Luca Guadagnino’s Suspiria) Live for the first time at the  Vigeland-museet Music by Thom Yorke Original costumes by Giulia Piersanti

[larevueerotique]

[1thehappyyears1]

I seek disorder, I seek the primitive state of chaos. That is where I feel myself living. I need the darkness that implores, the receptivity of the most primary forms of wanting.

"A breath of life, Clarice Lispector.

[noramesaurus]

(via https://open.spotify.com/track/2KNoXsS4fZjMmLEm5hyROS?si=03ckdyM0TPqM3FqTLVG0rQ)

13 napja nem voltam utcán

[whitelilyslament]

I walk into another room, but rooms are only the spaces between ribs, and between them, something begins to burn.I don’t know how to swim in my own blood. I only know how to be flooded.She pulls me to the bottom, toward the roots, toward what existed before the name.Then the fire came. It drank the water. The house began to boil, turning into steam, into nothing, into pure presence.You search for a window, you search for a way out of your own skin. A window is a hole into the other. But there she stands — my face, stolen by the mirror.The glass sinks into my palms. I am nailed to the frame by this light. The window is closed. Flames lick my hair. Water fills my lungs.There is no exit — only the growing of one into the other. We are the same thing a single breath, split in two.One must burn in the fire so the other can live.

poem inspired by my dream

[littlebabynothingness]

on my way to be the most culture slut glamour twins sleaze sister manics girlie indie rock princess at spoons

[bloodfawnprince]

[whitelilyslament]

I wanted to be perfectly clean. My hatred consumes me. It draws fragments of broken mirrors, so that I can see myself in each of them, endlessly multiplied and irrevocably distorted. I rubbed my skin until it bled to cleanse myself. It came from outside. It was born inside me. From deceived expectations, from silence where I waited for an answer. She devours me from within. I hate lies. I hate the pretense that is called politeness. I hate myself for being forced to endure it. I don't want to be human. And now I understand. Perfect purity is emptiness. And I am too full of hatred to become nothing.

[politicalrpf]

August 10th, 1974.

[is-she-suffering]

[thelightofthecenter]

“Unless you make yourself equal to God, you cannot understand God: for the like is not intelligible save to the like. Make yourself grow to a greatness beyond measure, by a bound free yourself from the body; raise yourself above all time, become Eternity; then you will understand God. Believe that nothing is impossible for you, think yourself immortal and capable of understanding all, all arts, all sciences, the nature of every living being. Mount higher than the highest height; descend lower than the lowest depth. Draw into yourself all sensations of everything created, fire and water, dry and moist, imagining that you are everywhere, on earth, in the sea, in the sky, that you are not yet born, in the maternal womb, adolescent, old, dead, beyond death. If you embrace in your thought all things at once, times, places, substances, qualities, quantities, you may understand God”

— Hermes Trismegistus, Corpus Hermeticum, Treatise 12

[you-dear-you]

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