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the pure gold baby that melts into a shriek
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 7 months ago
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Cries and Whispers (1972) | dir. Ingmar Bergman
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 8 months ago
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 11 months ago
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Sylvia Kristel by Melvin Sokolsky, 1977
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 11 months ago
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Girls don’t want to work, girls just want to exist for the sake of existing for a little while. Maybe in a field with a book.
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 1 year ago
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Gena Rowlands in
Opening Night (1977)
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 1 year ago
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Gena Rowlands in A WOMAN UNDER THE INFLUENCE (1974) dir. John Cassavetes
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 1 year ago
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Michelle Phillips and Cass Elliot in September 1966
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 1 year ago
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“What I think everybody needs is a way to say, ‘Where and how can I love- can I be in love so that I can live? So that I can live with some degree of peace?’” - John Cassavetes
Inspired by this post <3
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 1 year ago
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Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy. Often before falling asleep - in that small struggle not to lose consciousness and enter the greater world - often, before having the courage to go toward the greatness of sleep, I pretend that someone is holding my hand and I go, go toward the enormous absence of form that is sleep. And when even then I can't find the courage, then I dream.
Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 1 year ago
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Romy Schneider, c.1969
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 1 year ago
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Anna Karina photographed by André Grassart, 1965.
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 1 year ago
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 1 year ago
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All alone she was. All alone with her soul. She lived on the top of a solitary hill. Her house was small, and bare, and alone too. She seemed like a creature of the forest herself, sometimes. She walked with a swift silent tread. She spoke to no one. No one spoke to her.
Katherine Mansfield, from Selected Prose; "The Lonely One"
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 1 year ago
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Agnes Varda, por Martine Franck
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 2 years ago
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Delphine Seyrig by Agnès Varda, 1962
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 2 years ago
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Virginia Woolf wearing her mother’s Victorian dress, photographed by Beck and McGregor for British Vogue, 1926
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br0k3nbl0ss0ms · 2 years ago
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Just a reminder that a "neutral stance" on the occupation of Palestine does not exist. You either stand for or against ethnic cleansing and apartheid. You're not big brained/an intellectual for "seeing both sides". At best you're an idiot and at worst you are complicit in the ongoing efforts of Israel to spin this as a "conflict."
We are, in real time, witnessing a tremendous escalation to an already on going ethnic cleansing of Palestinians. There is only one right stance here and you need to get educated.
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