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Honestly, the reason monsterfucker discourse is useless is that nobody can agree upon a working definition of “monster”. It could mean anything from “attracted to dudes with pointy teeth” to “wants to somehow get railed by the concept of universal entropy”. All labeling someone a monsterfucker really tells us is that they’re probably a bottom.

Vintage Heart Shaped Woven Wicker Rattan Basket

Itō Noe, “From the Diaries” // Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe // Miranda July, The First Bad Man

when will lord byron come back from the dead to validate my romantic goth taste in fashion?

I became very inspired by photographs of real-life witches in the 1960s, such as Anton LaVey and Alex and Maxine Sanders. I also tried to find films about witches from that time, but they were nearly all exploitation and didn’t really interest me. Bell, Book and Candle was the closest to the feeling I wanted, but it was too modernist. I honestly never found any movies to draw from that were close to what I wanted, so I created a color palette from Tarot cards, and I made and commissioned the original paintings that appear in the film to look like what I thought a witch would paint.

The costume ideas came from her personality, the way I envisioned her as someone with intense princess fantasies who would embody her fantasies in her dress. I found some vintage Gunne Sax dresses and made a few more really romantic long dresses with a Renaissance or Victorian flair that also seemed witchy to me. A lot of choices were made symbolically or to reinforce character and theme. The décor was the same—it came from Tarot cards and from the desire to combine Victorian and hippie elements together, to go with her personality.

Anna Biller’s Pleasure Principles

“The all-night convenience store’s empty and no one is behind the counter. You open and shut the glass door a few times causing a bell to go off, but no one appears. You only came to buy a pack of cigarettes, maybe a copy of yesterday’s newspaper – finally you take one and leave thirty-five cents in its place. It is freezing, but it is a good thing to step outside again: you can feel less alone in the night, with lights on here and there between the dark buildings and trees. Your own among them, somewhere. There must be thousands of people in this city who are dying to welcome you into their small bolted rooms, to sit you down and tell you what has happened to their lives. And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.”

— Franz Wright, “Night Walk” (via blxckberrying)

Kindergarten crossing

I bought a lovely locket brooch today at an antique shop!

“What a generous thought. That you are already what you’ve always wanted to be, and all you have to do is let go of the parts that are keeping you from that. But letting go is so terribly hard. I admit I have tried everyday. All the time. I want to let go. It’s not that I’m still holding on– it’s holding on to me.”

— marsarchives (via wnq-writers)