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CLUELESS (1995) dir. Amy Heckerling
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Allegorical Figure of Faith, Paolo Veronese (16th Century)
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My Own Private Idaho (1991) // dir. Gus Van Sant
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Jean Monier; 1600 - 1656
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Skull of St. Thomas Aquinas being transported to Fossanova Abbey. Photograph by Daniel Ibanez, 2024
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vulnerasti-cor-meum · 18 hours
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my brutalist son just killed my rococo son with his gray concrete alphabet blocks
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Miriam Escofet (Spanish, b. 1967 Barcelona, moved to England 1979): The Nautilus Cup (top) and The Nymph Cup (bottom)
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vulnerasti-cor-meum · 22 hours
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need a robotic nun to lightly rap me on the knuckles every time i chase temptation out of Compulsion rather than Desire, "if you're gonna Sin, at least do it through Agency and Intention rather than Base Impulse," she would say, "do it because you Want It, not Just because you Don't want to do Whatever You're Currently Doing"
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you know what dad? maybe i don't wanna be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned. it's a lot of pressure to put on me and honestly i've been feeling stressed recently because of it
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I have in my heart all these life stories from lovers of mine, and well, how in one's mind heart or soul does one honor and do justice to these stories and memories of/from persons with whom one has been intimate and tender -- inasmuch as such "relationships" can be intimate and tender (I think they can). Like what do I do with this information, information before which I feel helpless and yet want to make part of myself. There's a kind of weird ineffable regret and burden and gift all bundled together in knowing ppl, their stories, so deeply and yet so incompletely
(Ive had about three lovers w whom I feel this way, but one among them in particular and far more than the rest. I think Im still in love with him maybe in some small part (what does that even mean?) though my weeks-long lovesickness aching and ailments have subsided and whatever rship this was has petered out. Perhaps one day I'll have a lover who becomes a boyfriend, but I suspect not sometime soon)
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when i grow up i want to be unexplainable phenomena
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Christ embracing Saint Bernard by Francesco Ribalta (1565 - 1628)
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moaning and dripping
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has any film critic talked about how the ending of poor things is a book of revelation allegory or what
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