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dean winchester in 2.22

transformations of the gothic in colombian lands: carme de tu carne by Gabriel Eljaiek-Rodríguez

2019

I know you're not afraid of a little dark. Because you are the dark. Longlegs (2024) dir. Oz Perkins

To heal the wound you first have to stop touching it.

Nathan Gombert - Ballet National de Marseille - photo by Aytekin Yalçın

men, women, and chainsaws – carol j. clover

[TEXT ID: by the realization that all that lies between the visible, knowable outside of the body and its secret insides is one thin membrane, protected only by a collective taboo against its violation.]

IN A VIOLENT NATURE (2024)

dir. Chris Nash

Dust Bowl Ethel Cain

Pretty boy Natural blood-stained blond With the holes in his sneakers And his eyes all over me Drive-in slasher flick again Feeling me up as a porn star dies He’s watching me instead 8th grade death pact strike me dead

All of alabama laid out in front of your eyes But all you could see was me

You walked in, you were singing You tried to wade in cause you wanted Just to tell me who you were You were kind, dying to tell me You’ll wait if i have to make sure

Grew up hard, fell off harder Cooking our brains smoking that shit your daddy smoked in vietnam You’d be a writer If he didn’t leave all his hell for you Saying if you could, you’d leave it all

I knew it was love When i rode home crying Thinking of you fucking other girls And when you Said that you’re in love I never wondered if you’re sure

Pretty boy Consumed by death With the holes in his sneakers And his eyes all over me

they should make jobs for people that are terrified. in general

My ears hear what others cannot hear; small faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are the fruits of a lifetime of longing, longing to be rescued, to be completed. Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow, I’m not formed by things that are of myself alone. I wear my father’s belt tied around my mother’s blouse, and shoes which are from my uncle. This is me. Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be. Only once you realize this do you become free, and to become adult is to become free.

Stoker (2013), dir. Park Chan-wook

Zaina Miuccia by Ivar Wigan for Gut Magazine