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the banshees of inisherin (2022)

Betty Blue (1986) dir. Jean-Jacques Beineix

Brat (Brother) | 1997 | dir. Alexei Balabanov | Russia

Cinematography by Sergey Astakhov

Brat (Brother) | 1997 | dir. Aleksei Balabanov | Russia

Writer: Aleksey Balabanov Cinematography by Sergey Astakhov

Brat (Brother) | 1997 | dir. Aleksei Balabanov | Russia

Writer: Aleksey Balabanov Cinematography by Sergey Astakhov

Brat (Brother) | 1997 | dir. Aleksey Balabanov | Russia

Writer: Aleksey Balabanov Cinematography by Sergey Astakhov

Ok I'm back, I'm just gonna restart doe and start reblobbin from 2day

long furby concepts jaba du furb and double ended catdog furby

i think we should go trick or treating on tumblr on halloween. going to send asks saying ‘trick or treat’

Last night I had a dream where I saw doodles of Melvinborg literally all around my school, sometimes in thrown out journal pages or even on vandalized walls, always in the same artstyle with the same signature ("Image by B" in cursive). It got to the point where I began to wonder... Who was this "B" and why were they leaving doodles of Melvinborg literally all over this school? The artstyle itself looked like a mix of @paruborg's artstyle and the artstyle of KEI, the artist who designed Hatsune Miku! At one point I saw a student toss me one of the doodles, and it was an outline of Melvinborg in "B"'s artstyle (a la this official picture of Mid-Fight Masses) and text in front of it (again in that cursive style) that read "B x Melvinborg forever". At that point I began to really wonder who "B" was... but I woke up before I could even figure out who they were. Maybe there'll be a second part...?

Never miss a Monday

Stuck in traffic

Everyone’s in a box.

Carpools of sheltered memories,

Passengers to a prison of thoughts.

Fool, you must change lanes,

The roads have always been empty,

You travel with those with lost names.

You’re looking for what has already been found,

Choose your own direction,

Find freedom from this crowd.

The stranger

I walked along a sunlit road

A stranger passed and said hello

He gave a nod and gave his phone

And said you must speak

To the unknown

“But sir, my heart is a timebomb

I don’t know when it explodes

My rip cage of violence

The war inside of my heart

It’s just another battlefield

With no ends

And a thousand starts”

“Go on soldier

Die for something

Die for the beating drums of your flesh

Die for the love of life and death

Die for the things you’ll never forget

And die without words unsaid

Because to have died, is to have lived

And to have lived, is to have never died”

The stranger took the phone and fled

I never saw him again

We love the way we want to be loved

Always never, and never always

I’m stuck somewhere,

in the middle of nowhere.

Where here is just as there,

And then is just as now.

I know exactly where I’m lost,

And yet

i am unaware of everything around me.

We’re all different,

So aren’t we all the same?

I think too much,

And sometimes not enough.

Maybe it’s the act of balance,

Throughout all of this chaos.

Don’t we take life,

When we are given death?

Don’t we share hate,

When we steal love?

Sometimes we listen without understanding,

And sometimes we speak without meaning.

Everyone is justified,

And everyone is guilty.

Look at me trying to argue,

That we all can agree.

But we all just turn our backs,

And believe only what we see.

Give me something worth dying for

Fail fail fail

Try again

Fail fail fail

Try harder

Fail fail fail

What are your regrets

Fail fail fail

Till the altar

Where there’s a meaning,

there’s an author,

And they experience all that they wander

Spread your wings,

a jump little farther

And fail fail fail

No longer

When the new day is born

Will you nurture it?

Will you teach it who you are?

Will it change you?

Or will you let it pass you by

Like a slow death in the sky

Everything I do

Has me written all over it

I stain the very air

The very moment

Perhaps the ultimate gift is to remember someone

History doesn’t repeat itself. It rhymes.

-a crazy scientist looking guy I met today

My misery and my desire,

Are similar in their attire.

I’m really the smartest fool,

Touching a raging fire.

You must take what is yours,

Because yours only stays awhile.

And it’s only never too late,

To love the things you hate.

But then ya’ll gonna mix my words,

Y’all don’t know how to spell,

And what if I get my groove on,

And tell that bitch how I felt,

nah, I can’t catch no feelings,

Cuz that ain’t good for my health,

And when I get to coughing,

I pray I’m up in the clouds.

Home body,

But nobodies home.

How could I exist?

I’m only blood and bone.

I’m way too deep in consciousness,

i get lost in supermarkets.

Who are you to judge,

what’s inside my pockets?

If I gave you the world

You’d question how I’d got it.

If heaven was here,

You’d stomp right on top it.

Burnt cigarettes,

Count my frustration,

My lungs, my ashtray,

My heart, it’s all failing.

Coughing up swallowed words.

Better late than never, I guess…

I play with guns

I’m touching fire

I’m on the run

Leave it all behind us

I sleep in my car

I won’t get too far

I think too much

It’s hard to slow down

When you’re ahead

they say my musics too loud

And I don’t know anything

But that’s alright with me

Her hair was on fire

A peppermint martini

Right beside her

Oh..

She was so close

Stepping on my toes

Her freckles and her nose

Her lip gloss stained my daydream

Her presence warmed my soul

Our eyes are always dancing

Without you is vertigo.

And what do I do with all of this unexpressed love?

I am the dust on your shelf.

I am the passing wind.

I am the raindrops on your window.

Waiting for you to let me in.

I am the eyes of longing.

I am a quiet protector.

I am the memory of forgotten.

A lost time collector.