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Light veils installed in a flooded park along the Rhine. Photos by lachlanturczan
Vogue Paris (1977) by Eve Arnold
Marie Howe, from “Memorial”, What the Living Do
self destruction really is such a fascinating human response to various factors both external and internal. what if sisyphus could leave at any time but kept rolling the boulder up the hill just to watch it roll back down anyway. what if he kept pushing it even as the rock cut into his palms and his legs began to ache with the desire to rest for even a moment and his body became a canvas of bruises and cuts that never have time to heal. what if he did it because it's the only thing he knows how to do. the only thing that gives him a sense of certainty and control in a world that takes both and offers neither.
& needless to say this trait is a lot more fun to observe in fiction than it is in you. or your mother.
I need to see more people talking about how deep in the paint I Saw the TV Glow went for the neurodivergent girlies. My autistic girlies. My psychosis experiencing girlies. My maladaptive dissociation daydreaming girlies... where y'all at. Make some noise.
Lombard School
u got games on ur phone?
I killed a dog. I put him down, I watched him go. I was looking him straight in the eyes. He didn't know what was happening, he didn't know why. He was just scared
Nicholas Vince enjoying a drink as Chatterer behind the scenes of Hellraiser (1987)
the front seat of the car is a type of confessional
i genuinely think that physically it’s easier to have hard conversations when you’re both facing forward, not having to look at each other. the catholic church knew this also
