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The best way to contact me is to meet me in my dreams at 3am

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marie.sauvage

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NOSFERATU 2025 Robert Eggers Inspired collage

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happy birthday to me!

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COUNT ORLOK + tags

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Reclining Buddha - Nam June Paik (1994)

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i'm digging the hole deeper tomorrow

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A hemisphere in your hair

“Long, long let me breathe the fragrance of your hair.

Let me plunge my face into it like a thirsty man into the water of a spring, and let me wave it like a

scented handkerchief to stir memories in the air.

If you only knew all that I see! all that I feel! all that I hear in your hair! My soul voyages on its

perfume as other men’s souls on music.

Your hair holds a whole dream of masts and sails; it holds seas whose monsoons waft me toward

lovely climes where space is bluer and more profound, where fruits and leaves and human skin

perfume the air.

In the ocean of your hair I see a harbor teeming with melancholic songs, with lusty men of every

nation, and ships of every shape, whose elegant and intricate structures stand out against the

enormous sky, home of eternal heat.

In the caresses of your hair I know again the languors of long hours lying on a couch in a fair ship’s

cabin, cradled by the harbor’s imperceptible swell, between pots of flowers and cooling water jars.

On the burning hearth of your hair I breathe in the fragrance of tobacco tinged with opium and

sugar ; in the night of your hair I see the sheen of the tropic’s blue infinity; on the shores of your

hair I get drunk with the smell of musk and tar and the oil of cocoanuts.

Long, long, let me bite your black and heavy tresses. When I gnaw your elastic and rebellious hair I

seem to be eating memories.”

- Charles Baudelaire, 1862

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I wasn’t familiar with Carl Jung’s game

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Father Melancoly’s Daughter

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Did u grow up without a positive male influence

didnt everyone

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“There is blood in all the things you say.”

— Unknown (via wordsnquotes)

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*trying to flirt with a guy* I dig your look. I'd love to see you tied to a tree and made to bear the wounds of St. Sebastian. Completely obliterated from every angle *remembers the social contract and gets nervous* Like, the jacket for example, where'd you get that