on the runway for Thierry Mugler, f/w 1997
I’m all about 80s Reaper with long flowing hair these days. You can’t shame me more than I already shame myself.
I feel like eating meals under the rune here would be a weird experience, especially for some people more than others. Like sometimes people would remember eating dinners the kitchen swears it never prepared. Others won’t eat at any other table because their blood ox stew only comes out rare enough if they eat at this one. No one will play poker with Frank anymore because when he sits in his lucky chair he wins every round, and Captain Eva only eats in the hallway now because she’s tired of being told to pass the salt by voices no one else can hear.
being self-aware enough to realize you’re being irrational but still not being able to stop anything
“you cannot kill me in a way that matters” is so raw and powerful but it comes from an incomprehensible shitpost about mushrooms
being mentally ill + suicidal at a young age (before 18) is. strange, because you grow up with this idea that one day you’ll finally snap, turn off, be brave enough to kill yourself, so you don’t really plan for the future. adulthood- further life, it isn’t for you, nor do you feel included within the future of it. it isn’t.. it isn’t part of your life plan.
and then before you know it you’re 18 and you’re an adult but you never thought you’d get this far and sure it’s great that you’re still alive you guess but also. you feel so alone + lost in a world you never expected or planned to be a part of.
The Thing Directed by John Carpenter (1982)