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what’s the name of that one lady singer who looks like This Man (the man you see in your dreams)

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Bryan Christie: Every Angel is Terror (2014)

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Source: On Our Backs Guide To Lesbian Sex, edited by Diana Cage

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«Morild» (2022) Oda Iselin Sønderland

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The Hunger (1983)

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Bensley's Practical anatomy of the rabbit. 1948.

Internet Archive

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Leandro Erlich: Pulled by the Roots (2015)

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power lines are crushed with the weight of four days of accumulated freezing rain in boucherville near montreal, canada, january 9, 1998

photo by robert laberge, via bbc archives

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anna akhmatova tr. by judith hemschemeyer, “poem without a hero” (1990) // harrison allen, “report of an autopsy on the bodies of chang and eng bunker; commonly known as the siamese twins” (1875)

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new moodboard for a short story i’m working on 💉🥩 meet caroline, a perverse mortician who shows up to work one night and discovers a body in the funeral home who is still alive

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The human heart stripped of fat and muscle, with just the angel veins exposed.

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My favorite polaroid photos. They have an incredible atmosphere

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choices made in anger is such a crazy image. if you know what i'm talking about

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oc in fifteen — tag game

thanks for the tag, @sidhewrites!!! i love a good excuse to share some dialogue; even in my screenwriting classes, it was always my favourite part.

rules: include 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an oc that describes their essence—you may include context, but the less the better.

here's THE MAGNOLIA CLUB's tragic deuteragonist, JERALDINE, in thirteen lines.

don't be fake. god's probably doggy-paddling through your misery.

smart cookie, midge. all the more blood for you.

you ain’t special just ‘cause some preacherman a few towns over likes little girls that look like you, and you felt like writin’ on it instead of prayin’ like daddy told you to.

oh, enough with the metaphors. elsie's cooked; we had a hot summer. give it a break.

lots of obnoxious little piggies in this town that could do with a good poke.

give Art enough time to grow balls an’ a beard, then maybe i’ll start cold shoulderin’ him, too.

fuck you. find yourself a heart, and don’t eat it this time.

it's our fault. somehow, i know it is. 'cause we're dropping like flies.

not your first priest. won't even be the last, i bet.

they thought i was a wasp, and all they wanted to do was light me on fire.

ah. you’re gonna go home and put my name in your little journal. and you’ll still be the only one who gives a shit.

i was terrified you were gonna be just like me, but you’re worse. you’re a ghost. you’re just a dead girl who doesn’t know she’s dead.

there’s nothing left but this. there’ll never be anything else, ever again, that isn’t poisoned by this.

i'm passing this tag to @cruelflesh and anybody else who'd like to join!

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