This Is A Work Of Art

Geological horror. You find a geode and crack it open and the crystal lining its walls is human blood that can't be genetically matched to anyone. You find a human skeleton but every one of the bones is made from rock, a rock that you know can't be whittled into those shapes. You find layers of clay and loam that sport ancient fossils at the top and the still-rotting corpses of modern animals at the bottom.

I was tagged by @severin-photocopy <3

rules: put your playlist on shuffle, list the first five songs that come up and let people vote on which song they like the most.

I chose the on repeat playlist because I don't really make playlists.

Not tagging but feel free to join if you see this.

(I apologise for my music taste and my lack of care about problematic artists)

Masoch took the phrase "ashes to ashes and dust to dust" a bit too literally

I've been bitten by the reanimator bug,,,,

Mandatory literature we have for the next week is literally a short smut story... what the fuck is this school?

nightmare blunt rotation

How could she ever hate them for what was at bottom merely their weakness? She would probably have done things like those that had befallen her if she had lived in one of these houses. To measure them by her own yardstick, as her father put it. Would she not, in all honesty, have done the same as Chuck and Vera and Ben and Mrs Henson and Tom and all these people in their houses? Grace paused and as she did, the clouds scattered and let the moonlight through, and Dogville underwent another of those little changes of light. It was as if the light previously so merciful and faint finally refused to cover up for the town any longer. Suddenly, you could no longer imagine a berry that would appear one day on a gooseberry bush, but only see the thorn that was there right now. The light now penetrated every unevenness and flaw in the buildings and in the people. And all of a sudden, she knew the answer to her question all too well. If she had acted like them, she could not have defended a single one of her actions and could not have condemned them harshly enough. It was as if her sorrow and pain finally assumed their rightful place. No. What they had done was not good enough. And if one had the power to put it to rights, it was one's duty to do so - for the sake of other towns, for the sake of humanity and not least, for the sake of the human being that was Grace herself.

Dogville

Lars Von Trier

Nevermind I am stupid

I'm in a library and I kid you not they have Leopold von Sacher-Masoch by Gilles Deleuze under S, not D. Should I tell them...?

Nothing on this world has done greater damage to me than hope.

there are cardinals everywhere for those with the eyes to see