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While a house may hunger, it cannot starve. And so in fever and anger and loneliness, it may simply lie in wait. Doors open. Shades drawn. Hallways empty. Hungry. 
Anatomy (2016), Kitty Horrorshow // @briscoepark // The House is Alive and The House is Hungry, The Paper Chase // P.T. //  Anatomy (2016), Kitty Horrorshow // This House Has People In It (2016) dir. Alan Resnick // The House That Dripped Blood, The Mountain Goats // “a journey into ai generated rooms” by float //  Anatomy (2016), Kitty Horrorshow
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jardimselvagem · 3 years
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Coffin pendant with woven hair inside, made in England, 1703 (source).
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Daniel Egnéus’s stunning illustrations for Little Red Riding Hood (part 1 of 2).
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jardimselvagem · 3 years
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I miss London so much it makes me wanna cry
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jardimselvagem · 3 years
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I feel like I'm mourning your leaving while you're still here.
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Mark of the Vampire, 1935, Tod Browning
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— Fredrik Backman, Us Against You
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I am the knife which will slaughter heaven. Heaven is full of blood. Soon it will snow.
Heiner Müller, Anatomy Titus Fall of Rome (1984)
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jardimselvagem · 3 years
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“You, loosened by blood, the blood coursing in & out of your body, your body broken on the wheel of your own passion, your own rage to live so potent you would die for it.”
— Ordinary Miracles, ‘Bloodsong’ by Erica Jong
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Welder Wings
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Anya Taylor-Joy for NY Times Style
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Victorian Era Perfume Bottles and Decoration.
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Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (trans. Michael Henry Heim)
[Text ID: “Well? “Nothing yet. I’ve been waiting.” “For what?” She made no response. She could not tell him that she had been waiting for him.”]
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