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i died in that house and I'm buried underneath the floor boards of my childhood bedroom

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Isabella Cotier

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“November night. Brief note to self: Time to take myself in hand. To build into myself, to give myself backbone, however much I fail.”

— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,”

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SUBLIME CINEMA #254 - A CITY OF SADNESS

Hou Hsiao-hsien is the probably the greatest Taiwanese director, making films of vital importance to his culture. City of Sadness describes a part of Taiwanese history that is particularly harsh, about the absorption of Taiwan into Republic of China rule, the ‘white terror’ of martial law that lasted for decades - a hard thing for people outside of the country to to even imagine, so instead we have a film like this to give us a view into what was going on. It is a long, brooding film, but so intensely moving and well made that it was awarded the Golden Lion in Venice, and stands as Hsien’s best, most important film. 

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artist: ana leovy

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César Vallejo, from Black Stone Upon White Stone (tr. by H.R. Hays)

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“Thus free to drown in sorrow of your own, may you sit in the shadows of our lost life, immersed in stillness, flanked by translucent hills, one a mountain coated immaculate and ringed at the throat with beads of cloud.”

— Patti Smith, from Written By a Lake

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Chelsea Wolfe performing live with King Dude “My Mother Was The Moon,”🌙🦇

Fallen from my web I have landed in the stream Been drifting on a while or forever so it seems My mother cries above me: “you have left the world too soon” If I were a spider and my mother was the moon

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i did some Shoegazers Women’s (i tried to make a loveless reference in the pink background but yeah…i tried)

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“I hope to see you at the end of the afternoon. With all my heart. With all my heart.”

— Marguerite Duras, from “No More; C’est Tout,”

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one afternoon, she departed the first time

that moment looked devastating,

at that moment, God's promise was conceiveable

to fill empty nights and nights,

accompany along.

A blankout poetry from the book "Stranger in The Mirror" by Sidney Sheldon (1976)

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“ELEKTRA: I ask this one thing: let me go mad in my own way.”

— Sophocles, Elektra, trans. by Anne Carson from An Oresteia

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““Yes,” I said, betrayed back by my own memories.”

— Alistair MacLeod, from No Great Mischief (W. W. Norton Company, 2011)

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“The depression however now takes the wholesome form of feeling that nothing I can do matters,”

— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. November 1918 featured in “The Diary of Virginia Woolf: Volume I (1915-1919),”

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it- stephen king (1986)// emma- jane austen (1815)// the goldfinch- donna tartt (2013)// how to draw a horse- emma hunsinger// the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us- sufjan stevens (2005)