Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.”
― Ingmar Bergman

Django Unchained (2012)

  • hear noises
  • pause music
  • complete silence
  • play music
  • hear noises again


*   LMFAO  

♡ E L E C T R A H E A R T ♡




Frida Kahlo, “The Broken Column (Self-Portrait),” 1944

Frida Kahlo hated being referred to as a Surrealist.  She didn’t view what she was painting as surreal, rather she “painted [her] own reality.”

In 1925, at just 18 years old, Kahlo was in a horrific bus accident, in which she was hospitalized with several broken bones, including her spinal column.  An iron rod also pierced her uterus, permanently preventing her from having children.  (She later had three miscarriages.)  This was devastating for Kahlo, and the rehabilitative process left her bed-ridden for months, during which time she learned to paint.  She often drew from this painful experience to paint her new reality, in which she often depicted herself still wounded. 

This piece in particular functions as a window into Kahlo’s world, in which her spinal column is a literal, exposed column that has been fractured into smaller pieces.  Her spine, which once held her erect, now must be supported with a brace.  (When she painted this, she was forced to wear a brace, which she described as a “punishment,” to support her back)  Her features are also exaggerated, particularly her eyebrows and facial hair, perhaps also a look into the way she saw herself. 

Her face is covered with tears, and her body is covered in nails, clearly a reference to the pain she’s undergone, emotionally and physically.  It is easy to empathize with this suffering woman.  However, she did not mean for this painting to be completely melancholic.  In each of her eyes is painted a small “dove of peace,” a “little joke on pain and suffering.” 





bcuz her songs suk

Maybe she shouldn’t write her own songs

she always write about the same goddamn thing 



♡we cum alone and alone we die♡


I hate it when [people] say I’m ungrateful, and I fucking hate it when they say I don’t give a shit. Because nobody cares more than I do.


she thinks she’s gonna have a party and not invite me? who does she think she is? i like invented her, you know what i mean?


So, my sister and Robbie were never able to have the time together they both so longed for… and deserved. Which ever since I’ve… ever since I’ve always felt I prevented. But what sense of hope or satisfaction could a reader derive from an ending like that? So in the book, I wanted to give Robbie and Cecilia what they lost out on in life. I’d like to think this isn’t weakness or… evasion… but a final act of kindness. I gave them their happiness