#Lost Girls

[creaturecannibal]

my favourite red & black album covers

bat for lashes - lost girls // fiona apple - when the pawn // interpol - turn on the bright lights // radiohead - amnesiac // lucy dacus - historian // beck - true love will find you in the end // mitski - laurel hell // car seat headrest - commit yourself completely // tv girl - french exit

#bat for lashes #lost girls #fiona apple #when the pawn #interpol #turn on the bright lights #radiohead #amnesiac #lucy dacus #historian #beck #laurel hell #mitski #car seat headrest #commit yourself completely #tv girl #french exit #music #music posting #jaded

[marril96]

The Vampire Diaries 1.06 | Lost Girls

#damon salvatore #tvd #vampire diaries #the vampire diaries #tvdedit #tvedit #tusergabs #ian somerhalder #1x06 #lost girls #my gifs #edit

[distortedclouds]

Annie is unbelievably pretty especially in the lost girls manga

YOU'RE TELLING ME ANON!!!

#ask #anon #annie leonhart #annie leonhardt #lost girls

[brainworm61]

she doesn't know how to propose right, be patient annie!

#aot #attack on titan #mikasa akerman #annie leonhart #mikannie #lost girls

[aengelren]

Eren in different au’s

#my beautiful #officials #junior high #chibi #lost girls

[lanalove2012]

#lizzy grant era #pretty when you cry #princesscore #feminine #cigarettes #just girly things #strawberry #hollywood legend #localy hated #lost girls #dollette #ultraviolence #daddy's little princess #whisper girl #girl interrupted #the virgin suicides #french girl #kate moss #444

[hisprettyswan]

#real #coquette #girlblogging #dollette #lizzy grant #girl interrupted #gaslight gatekeep girlblog #lana del rey aesthetic #coquette girl #lana is god #lana del rey #lana stan #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #coquettecore #lost girls #dead girl #latina #girlblogger #it girl #this is what makes us girls #crazy girl #sick girls #i’m sick #mentally sick #just girly posts #cute girly #girly stuff #girly #girly pop #girly fashion

[hauntedbythenarrative]

Lost in the woods

Louise Glück//Funeral for a girl who grew up in the woods (or at the root), Kayleb Rae Candrilli//Utsukushiki zankoku na sekai, Attack on Titan//Come wayward souls, Over the garden wall (2014)//The jolly woodsman, Over the garden wall (2014)//Lost girls, Lindsey Stirling//Through the woods, Emily Caroll//Running with the wolves, Aurora//Over the garden wall (2014)

#lost #mine #woods #web weaving #creepy #darkness #halloween #autumn #september #october #november #mikasa ackerman #snk #shingeki no kyoujin #attack on titan #aot #lindsey stirling #lost girls #otgw #over the garden wall #the beast #louise glück #kayleb rae candrilli #emily carroll #throught the woods #aurora #aurora aksnes #running with the wolves #the unknown

[imsettledownana]

Let's watch lost and delirious together and cry our eyes out

#lost and delirious #lost girls #wlw #im cryin #so sad so sad #movies #lets watch movies together #wlw love #saphic #sad mood #iwd #im alone

[apaneladay]

Alan Moore (writer), Melinda Gebbie (artist) Lost Girls, Book Two (1992) First published in Taboo

#alan moore #melinda gebbie #lost girls #comcis #comic panels

[thena0315]

#mikasa ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #lost girls

[nicklloydnow]

“I think that sometimes people have this picture of me as this dark, gritty, dystopian guy. I do actually live in a dystopia - I'm in Northampton, which is a bankrupt and collapsed Middle England town - but humor has always been at the forefront of my work. Even in my grimmest work there's usually a few good jokes.

That story was a bit of a gift. I just started thinking about what the implications of entropy were, that if everything's going to end in a completely disorganised low energy state of freezing blackness and ruin, then that kind of implies that it must have started in a very ordered and complex high energy state. We know it didn't - or at least not the way that I've imagined it - but once I'd got that idea and I'd remembered about Boltzmann brains, I got a pretty good story out of it.

I love science for a lot of very worthy and respectable reasons, but the thing that I really love about science is the ideas. It doesn't really matter whether they're true or not - just as ideas they are often beautiful and useful. It is a fountain of just extraordinary concepts.

(…)

And I'd also had other vague thoughts going through my head. I'd been thinking about superhero costumes and neurological addiction since reading some interesting articles in New Scientist that seemed to suggest that a logo can actually imprint itself upon a child's brain, which I suppose shouldn't be surprising, that's what logos are designed to do!

Most superheroes can be reduced to just a color combination and a chest emblem. I had a strange image that was like something from an old Superboy comic, and I had no idea what it meant. It was an image of a normally dressed person walking in from the left of a kind of an archetypal 1960s comic book panel with a sort of a bland Midwest landscape and, on the other side, a fantastically-costumed superhero, and they're just walking towards each other as if to shake hands. That became the seed for the final scene. It was a really interesting experience writing that story.

(…)

You're retired from comics and you've talked about your bad experiences with the industry before. So why return to the subject now? Is this an exorcism?

That's exactly the word. I've disowned most of my comics work, including stuff like Watchmen, V For Vendetta, all of the ABC stuff, everything that I don't own. The only active thing I could do was disown it, which was painful. I put an enormous amount of work and energy and a great deal of love into all of those projects and it felt like a bit of an amputation to disown them.

At the same time, that was the only way to cut out the poison. I don't have a copy of any of those works. I'll never be looking at them again. And even thinking about them, all I've got is memories of having my intellectual property rights stolen and then when I complained about that, being typified as a crazy angry guy; "Alan Moore says 'get off my lawn.'" And yes, alright, I was quite cross, but I don't think without reason and also to suggest that I'm angry about everything is an evasion. It's a means of going, "Oh well, if he's angry about everything then we don't have to worry about what he says about the way that people are treated in the comics industry, he's just angry about everything."

And once these things have been taken from my hands and made into franchises then they can be given to anybody to do what they want with and that will somehow still be associated with me.

The comics medium is perfect. It is sublime. The comics industry is a dysfunctional hellhole. So why did I want to return to it in this story? Like you say, it's exorcism. As one of the characters finds in 'Thunderman' it's one thing to quit comics, but quitting comics is a different thing to being able to stop thinking about them. Writing this got an awful lot out of my system. It said a lot of the things that I'd always wanted to say but I'd never really had the right context to say them in. But doing them in a Kafka-esque satire, that worked perfectly. And when I say a Kafka-esque satire, what I mean is that Franz Kafka, while he was reading his stories to his followers and appalled friends, he would be laughing almost too hard to get the lines out. It's horrible, hideous, appalling - but the author was probably giggling when he wrote it.

You called comics "sublime" just then and it really does feel like, despite everything, you still have a love for the medium. Is that fair?

Absolutely. I hope that my love of it comes across; my love of Jack Kirby and many of the other artists and a couple of the writers of his generation. The descriptions of a six-year-old kid glimpsing a comic book rack could not have been written without being able to tap into my memories of what that was like, a first exposure to comics.

The medium can do anything. Its potential is still almost completely untapped. So it was attempting to express my love of the medium, some of the wonderful people who worked in it, and to also express my horror at the fact that this this little offshoot, the superhero genre, has become a monoculture that's in danger of taking down at least a considerable part of the comics medium with it when superhero movies finally aren't interesting. When that happens, my worry is that a lot of the comic shops won't be able to continue and a lot of interesting independent comics would perhaps not have outlets.”

#alan moore #illuminations #watchmen #v for vendetta #swamp thing #league of extraordinary gentlemen #providence #lost girls #tom strong #comics #comic books #graphic novel #art

[distortedclouds]

HER FEET!!!

HER FEET DONT EVEN TOUCH THE FLOOR!!!!

#attack on titan #Shingeki no kyojin #annie Leonhardt #annie Leonhart #annie #lost girls #SOMEBODY SHOOT ME I CANT WITH HER!

[randomfoggytiger]

All Souls, Lost Girls, and Grief

Mulder thought Scully's vision in All Souls was a reflection of her fracturing grief, as Samantha was for his haunted dreams.

"...But I can hear her.... She's calling out my name, over and over again. She's crying out for help, but I can't help her.... I want to believe."

"I saw Emily. She came to me in a vision."

#txf #meta #All Souls #S5 #lost girls #and grief #Samantha #Emily #xf meta #x-files #xfiles #the x files #thoughts #mine #Mulder #Scully

[dustedmagazine]

Lost Girls — Selvutsletter (Smalltown Supersound)

Photo by Johannes Andersen

With Selvutsletter, the second full-length album from Jenny Hval and Håvard Volden’s Lost Girls, the duo have turned their scope outwards, expanded their view and produced a weighty, engulfing set of songs. Their first long playing offer, 2021’s Menneskekollektivet, thrust itself at the listener with a relatively stripped down sound, taking cues from minimal techno and experimenting more with Hval’s vocal mix. It was bracing and uncomfortable and irresistible —  an album as much watched as listened to — rapt either way. On Selvutsletter,Volden’s instrumentation is heavier but more dynamic, with active, chugging percussion, swirling keys, the odd horn stab, and low-slung, articulate guitar. The elements are kept consistently in play, mixing together, gathering in thick streams for the ear to parse out while the body can’t help but move. It’s an opalescent and somewhat haunted trip that can, despite its fairly traditional verse-chorus-verse-chorus structures, be harder to penetrate than Menneskekollektivet’s drawn out inquiries. Even the moments of ascendence and levity, like the bright chords on a song like “June 1996” are layered and ambient enough to take up the entire aural space. In this driving richness, it can be easy to let Hval’s voice and lyrics be two eloquent but complementary pieces, alternately starring and fading, but it’s in these that the album comes fully into focus.

Where the debut’s lyrics often spilled out in fascinating, circuitous monologues — less an invitation to hear than something overheard and unavoidable — the follow-up finds Hval carefully setting scenes, guiding us to their center. In “With the Other Hand,” song two, she takes us across multiple thresholds. We “step out of the car/and into the street” then we “step into the bar/in the bar there’s a light/and it lights up the stage.” A few lines later, Hval and Volden lift off into the chorus. Her voice stretches and floats like smoke, playful and forceful: “whether you like it or not/with the other hand I open rooms/with the first one I write.” Andrew Forrell, in a review of Menneskekollektivet for Dusted, found Hval “a thoughtful interlocutor unafraid to think aloud in her quest to express her thoughts, to herself as much as to the audience.” She is just as unafraid here, but in that funny, defiant, and perhaps coercive refrain, she is speaking directly to us, the audience, staking out our respective roles. The confrontational intimacy of Menneskekollektivet is still there, but now it’s more controlled, assured of the point to make, like she’s thought things through and is ready to explain. The line that immediately precedes the chorus, “you hear something unfamiliar and strange/don’t look away/take it in,” reinforces the idea that you may have pressed play but you’re not in charge. That’s the best advice for listening to Selvutsletter: let yourself in but then allow it to occur; experience it and see where it takes you.

On “Re-entering,” for instance, the experiential is a somewhat shrouded present, settled for now, but haunted by both the past and a tenuous future. Alongside Volden’s thumping drum program and lilting synthesizer, Hval leads us into a city’s green space. First, she smells onions and reminds us that “during the war, they grew vegetables in this park.” The music drops out, then swells back, one wide droning key at time. In that brief pause, Hval lifts more history from the sensory: “…and here I smell footprints/they demonstrated here in the 1950s to legalize abortions/soon they will have to demonstrate again/I can smell it.” Hval isn’t merely being didactic, she’s reminding herself to bear witness as well, to trust her own experience, to not look away either, or, in this case, hold her breath. We hear this made explicit in the title and lyric of “Ruins.” When she says “I was here in place/when I didn't know/and therefore was evil,” it’s both a warning and an admission of fallibility. A call to action for each of us, her included, not to avert our eyes. With her repetition of the word “here,” she grounds the sentiment in place, pointing to concrete memories and circumstances that have existed, still do now, and may well persist.

The band’s translation of “selvutsletter” is “self-effacer.” I take this less as an erasure of self than a directive to properly situate the self to better engage with the world as it is. To understand where you’ve been and to find where you fit now and, importantly, to help others do the same. The album is vigorous in its grooves and leaves a powerful, unifying impression with its words. Like Hval says on the opener, “Timed Intervals” and of the “choreography of living” they allow for, it’s “as if thе world actually doesn't want us to hurt each other.” Let’s dance to that.

Alex Johnson 

#lost girls #selvutsletter #small town supersound #alex johnson #dusted magazine #albumreview #Jenny Hval

[lanalove2012]

#lana del rey vinyl #feminine #kate moss #444 #lizzy grant #girlblogger #hell is a teenage girl #pinterestgirl #soft pink #cigarettes #pretty when you cry #im just a girl #this is me #lost girls #coquette #sullen girls #lana is our queen #dark femininity #lanalove2012