Le Testament D'Orphée (Jean Cocteau, 1960):

was scrolling through the "the mechanisms was Jon Archivist's college band" tags on ao3 and misread "martin finds out Jon is the lead singer of his favorite band" as Melanie, and i honestly think that would be a hundred times funnier. imagine your eldritch boss who you fucking hate but sounds vaguely familiar asks what you're listening to one day out of awkward obligation to make British Small Talk and you roll your eyes and tell him he probably doesn't know them and then you drop their name and he goes very still and flushes and suddenly Jonny D'Ville is speaking in your airpods and you're looking at your boss (who again, you fucking hate) and your world crashes and burns

the smiths is so fucking funny. i was looking for a job and then i found a job and heaven knows im miserable now. yeah alright. top ten relatable lyrics. steven patrick morrisey wails in his stupid wobbly english and im like yeah. if a double decker bus crashes into us to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. you're so right. god. just shoot me now

pick your poison LMAOOO

John Carrid

Dario Argento and Daria Nicolodi on the set of Deep Red, 1975.

Divine Mugisha by Andrew Vowles for W Magazine China July 2024

Styled by Katie Shillingford. Makeup by Anmy Drammeh. Hair by Kiyoko Odo.

why dont you read/watch something that forces you to confront the fact that you are capable of feeling empathy for a person who has done deeply cruel or evil things. And maybe you’ll calm down

Hitomi Murakami

泡沫の一碗/fleeting bowl - 田中流撮影

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My collection of vintage fish imagery is swimming along.