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a collection of my thoughts. i love image and i don't make much sense but who cares it doesn't matter!
when you hear the wind blowing past you as you sit outside in the pitch black night smoking a cigarette to calm your nerves you know it's there, it always is. it can see you, and it will never stop poisoning your mind. but deep inside you is a golden egg of light that will keep you safe without trying. the nature of that bright soul is that it will always destroy the dark just by being.
keith rankin, flora yin-wong, chuquimamani condori, and la peste:krystal jesus work together to adapt gigi d'agostino's l'amour tojours into a feature length iyashikei
cowardly, confused, uninteresting, bereft, inept, vapid, , , , , , ...
seeing the reception to this makes me feel like annie wilkes. why is everyone cheering?
distilled, pure love. this is legitimately one of the most beautiful films i've ever seen and it felt so reflective of my own psyche that at times it almost scared me. i cried about a minute in and didn't stop until it was over.