écrite et réalisée

я здесь, а вы где?

непродуктивный на эдиты, но эмоциональный июль. как-то так, собачка: 🧷 obsession x obsessed 🧷 videodrome x erotic 🧷 backrooms x captain jack 🧷 possession x myxomatosis xoxo 💋

summer mood sega bodega x gaspar noé

you big into the strokes? don’t even joke, lad

and the obvious question is: is this it? and, well, i’m afraid this is it. the soothing sound of guitars will put you to sleep, julian’s voice will crack several times as a reminder that nothing lasts forever. we finally chose door over the window :)

i’m willing to forgive julian casablancas for the worst album artwork ever. i think i still have the strength to defend him and his silly little music because he’s the realest person i’ve ever seen. the door was closed for 25 years, eh? the only exit was the window. but now something has changed. julian has changed, you have changed, we all have changed. the only way is through, and reality DOES awaits. grab that bag, cry your tears all over again, let yourself be a complete mess, an open wound but then get the fuck up and go go go. this album is for the rotten fruits — for people who were crashed and smashed but still have the sweet and savoury taste. for everyone who gets anger issues whenever they kiss or for those who think they can only fall out of love. falling in love is scary. well, loving is scary, right? the anticipation of pain is scary as well. moving forward scares the shit out of me. but at some point there’s no other way: you live or just exist. trying and trying and trying and trying and trying. your voice is hoarse not because you talk too much. it’s because you don’t talk enough.

I'm a liquid, I'm the law, I'm a killer, I'm a beast, I'm a leech, I'm a leech, I'm a leech, I'm a leech, I'm a leech, I'm a leech I'm a leech, I'm a leech, I'm a leech, I'm a leech

i have the most precious friends ever !!! 🤍 лучший подарок к hornynberg summer я на фотке заплаканная и после дождя поэтому don’t mind me that’s what we call being alive

POSSESSION X MYXOMATOSIS he said i been where i liked i slept with who i liked she ate me up for breakfast she screwed me in a vice edit by me!! 🤍

любой нормальный диалог на леттербоксе должен выглядеть вот так

me & who alert

ад в глазах смотрящего, ад в глазах любящего. можно сколько угодно ругать рефна за излишний эстетизм: либо вам нравится, либо попросту это не для вас. 110минутное runway show, наполненное как холодом, так и огромнейшей и искренней любовью к кино. неоновая библия (arcade fire, привет), страницы которой запачканы каплями крови, но руки продолжают её сжимать, вчитываясь и повторяя каждое слово. леденящий душу взгляд, скалящиеся зубы, запах кожи, гипнотический блеск колец в ушах. можно ли заново построить любовь внутри себя? можно; выйдя из всепоглощающего тумана и впустив в себя свет — розовый, голубой, красный — уже неважно какой. главное — свет.

"hide your daughters," the old men say. you were young once before, you know how we get our way. feel the horror with no delay. we all see what once was beautiful has turned and old and gray.

вообще-то мы тут

ваш личный ад — неделя без постов на этом канале… всем привет…)

friendly reminder

BACKROOMS X CAPTAIN JACK run along with captain clark! edit by me!! 🤍

un homme et une femme claude lelouch, 1966 submarine richard ayoade, 2010 apparently, there’s no difference between having feelings and driving at 240 km/h, like there’s no difference between knowing how deep the ocean is and not knowing

на фриковатых админских фонтейнсдисиских нет смысла говорить о том, как сильно я люблю fontaines d.c. и как много они для меня значат. особенно песня favourite, в честь которой и сделана татушка. this song is just a gentle reminder of who i am. i know i’m someone’s favourite. was, am, will. at least i want to believe that.

it makes sense when you understand the misery made me another marked man and i’m always looking over my shoulder and each new day i get another year older

за такой красотой только к @deonatrix 💚🩷

he gets me on a very personal level

anyway, guys, save a car and ride james spader or whatever they said 💋

is it better to speak or to get into a car crash? i think there’s no reason to try to discuss cronenberg’s crash because, well, people did it before me and will do it after me. is it even possible to put my whole spectrum of emotions into one small and utterly illogical post? it’s vertigo in your head — and it’s probably the deviation in your head. this movie sinks into you like a blade and leaves a huge scar on your whole body (leaving stains and splashes everywhere); this cut will never heal and neither will you. but do you want to? kissing people never feels the same. the adrenaline rush in your veins never feels the same. you don’t feel the same. can we just pretend we’re alright? no? okay, maybe the next one, darling. are you near me?