#malcom and marie

[ontheidiotbox]

[ayanegooding]

AYANÉ TESFAYE PHOTOGRAPHED FOR SCHÖN MAGAZINE DECEMBER 2024

promoting: malcom and marie

talked: breaking hiatus, yams productions, more movie creating in the furture

[henneseyhoe]

Malcom And Me; A Short.

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“Do you really love me, or are you just scared to be alone?” He asks, his dark eyes boring into mine to search for some kind of sympathy that I refused to show and bruise my pride.

I looked at him with a grimace, the last emotion he looked for starting to seep through my cold aura. “…Why do you ask me shit like that? Like I just use you or something. I don’t care to be alone, nigga. you can go. I been doing this shit since before you came along”

“Why do you do this to me?” He asks, his eyes glossy. “you act like you want me…then you push me away as if I’m suffocating you…like I’m begging to be around you. The truth is, I don’t fucking need this relationship. You do! You need me to make you feel good, you love the validation that I give you, the sex that tells you you’re desirable, the affection that tells you you’re worth it, whatever ‘it’ may be. You’re the most narcissistic, selfish, seething pain in the ass I have ever had to deal with, and your sorry ass excuse for it all is because of some shit that happened almost twelve years ago. You pretend to have grown as a person, but it’s all a facade to hide the fact that you can’t get over yourself and that baggage of hurt you carry. Going about the world and dumping a tiny bit of emotional trauma on every good or half decent person you come across, then they become shit, and eventually manifest into someone like you”

If the wounds I had weren’t already opened, he had definitely completely ripped them apart then poured salt on each mauled bit. I couldn’t speak, not that I wanted to address what he said anyway. All I did was stare, letting his choppy, angry, heavy breathing fill the darkly lit room. Only thing that accompanied his breaths were the pouring down rain, droplets constantly tapping against the window. It was mournful, the energy in the room. Cold like we’d been dancing in snow for hours, which was kinda metaphorical to our entire relationship from beginning to end.

I stored in everything he said, piling it on top of everything else he had shouted at me this night. He wasn’t gonna make me cry or anything, he was preaching to the choir. I was self aware, and I was fine with that.

“….hm” I let out a short, quiet hum.

“…..you need serious therapy”

And he didn’t?

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Ps. just cause I like writing shorts lolzzz and I’m trynna get better at angst

[lovrwz]

☆ • 𝘡𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴 •

★ • 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦!! •

[devilstigeress]

if you guys made a playlist entitled ‘warm blanket’, what songs would you add?

i would add ‘Pearls’ by Sade.

[team-iceflower]

Weiss: I promise you it's not a good idea. Let's just go to bed and talk tomorrow.

Ruby: ...but you're upset with me.

Weiss: It's not a big deal, just go to sleep.

Ruby: I can't go to bed knowing you're angry with me.

[themuselesswriter]

American Horror Story Thoughts

I did a whole thing about it, so enjoy suffering through my ranking and favorites.

[madeleineengland]

This is the only thing I say about the fucking Eurovision and its hypocrisy.

[badela]

Malcolm & Marie (2021)

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Director: Sam Levinson

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Cinematography: Marcell Rév

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“Your lack of curiosity is merely an extension of your narcissism, your megalomania, your egotistical view of the world."

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[the-way-we-were]

Malcom & Marie (2021)

Zendaya - John David Washington

[sonnendeathiccur]

Malcolm & Corrine Foxworth and John and Sam Winchester are mirror images

[lilakartoffelbrei]

It's a busy day in Jolandes Shop.

[filipendulousgirl]

The world is being healed

[loveschaosworld]

🎬Zendaya in Malcom and Marie

[zotsvault]

“Your lack of curiosity is merely an extension of your narcissism, your megalomania, your egoistical view of the world.”

[ukdamo]

The Visitation

Malcolm Guite

Here is a meeting made of hidden joys

Of lightenings cloistered in a narrow place

From quiet hearts the sudden flame of praise

And in the womb the quickening kick of grace.

Two women on the very edge of things

Unnoticed and unknown to men of power

But in their flesh the hidden Spirit sings

And in their lives the buds of blessing flower.

And Mary stands with all we call ‘too young’,

Elizabeth with all called ‘past their prime’

They sing today for all the great unsung

Women who turned eternity to time

Favoured of heaven, outcast on the earth

Prophets who bring the best in us to birth.