joyoperation
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there are just straight up too many things that have to be done . wtf.
Reblog this with a celebrity that you share a birthday with in the tags
every woman thinks she's evil and irredeemable for making a few avoidable mistakes while every man goes about his day thinking he's normal after having emotionally tortured at least 5 different women
1926 Cat sculpture by Jan and Joel Martel along with their model. Photo by Therese Bonney. From Art Deco, FB.
i am at that point where i have absolutely no dressing sense. whatever i wear i look like a clown. always imperfect. already ruled out feminine shit ok because all i have is shirts and short kurtas. very few t-shirts. i don't even know what i wanna look like. i don't have it in me to figure it out rn.
your pet e. coli just fucking bit me
Language is presented as an instrument of fraud and cruelty (the blaring newscast; Elizabeth’s cruel letter to the psychiatrist which Alma reads); as an instrument of unmasking (Alma’s excoriating portrait of the secrets of Elizabeth’s motherhood); as an instrument of self-revelation (Alma’s confessional narrative of the beach orgy) and as art and artifice (the lines of Electra that Elizabeth is delivering on stage when she suddenly goes silent; the radio drama Alma turns on in her hospital room that makes the actress smile). What Persona demonstrates is the lack of an appropriate language, a language that’s genuinely full. All that is left is a language of lacunae, befitting a narrative strung along a set of lacunae or gaps in the ‘explanation’. It is these absences of sense or lacunae of speech which become, in Persona, more potent than words while the person who places faith in words is brought down from relative composure and confidence to hysterical anguish. Here, indeed, is the most powerful instance of the motif of exchange. The actress creates a void by her silence. The nurse, by speaking, falls into it – depleting herself. Sickened almost by the vertigo opened up by the absence of language, Alma at one point begs Elizabeth just to repeat nonsense phrases that she hurls at her. But during all the time at the beach, despite every kind of tact, cajolery and anguished pleading, Elizabeth refuses (obstinately? maliciously? helplessly?) to speak. She has only one lapse. This happens when Alma, in a fury, threatens her with a pot of scalding water. The terrified Elizabeth backs against the wall screaming “No, don’t hurt me!” and for the moment Alma is triumphant. But Elizabeth instantly resumes her silence. The only other time the actress speaks is late in the film – here the time is ambiguous – when in the bare hospital room (again?), Alma is shown bending over her bed, begging her to say just one word. Impassively, Elizabeth complies. The word is ‘Nothing’. At the end of Persona, mask and person, speech and silence, actor and ‘soul’ remain divided – however parasitically, even vampiristically, they are shown to be intertwined.
Persona | Review by Susan Sontag
Earlier today I made a remark that wasn’t necessary
problems in my pussy, difficulties in my ass
Gina Gershon & Jennifer Tilly in Bound (Lana Wachowski & Lilly Wachowski, 1996)
my mouse pointer has parkinson's now. motherfucker what is your PROBLEM
To place is not to win , Greg Girard
Minna Sjöholm (Finnish, b. 1971 Imatra, Finland, based Helsinki, Finland) - Pysähtymisiä (Stopping) series, 2014, Paintings: Oil on Canvas
Everybody’s got a thing, Tao Siqi
Robert Doisneau - Accordionist Playing in a Bistro near Les Halles, Paris. c. 1950
There is nothing that interests me more than finding out what girls around the world are doing and thinking. Keep posting I will be reading till I'm dead
that Brian Eno quote about how whatever you find most repulsive about a medium (film grain, record scratches/fuzz, CDs skipping) will be the first thing you try and emulate once that medium is obsolete because it's "the sign of a moment too powerful for the medium assigned to contain it".... man.......
Olympic Shooter Kim Ye-Ji on the Cover of Re-Edition Magazine AW24 shot by Raphael Bliss & styled by Betsey Johnson
Mur Murs (Agnès Varda, 1981)
rewatching a movie you loved as a teen and realizing it’s actually really really really really not good
very freeing to tell your friend you have nothing going on. what is up with me? isolation. in my room. 24x7.
this is heinous.
i bet positive thinking goes so hard when youre a normal person
i love thermodynamics because its like no…. my toaster waffle did not get cold… it simply tried to warm this big cold world all by its little self… her heat was given… and she asked for NOTHING in return … ;_;
Is this anything
Isabella Rossellini red carpet loos from the 80′s
