The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.
I love all of these remixes, this is beautiful
Best movie, sweet remix *__*
a spill at the plant increased the phosphates in the lake and produced a scum of algae so thick that the swamp smell filled the air, infiltrating the genteel mansions. debutantes cried over the misfortune of coming out in a season everyone would remember for its bad smell. the o’conners, however, came up with the ingenious solution of making the theme of their daughter alice’s debutante party “asphyxiation”. like everyone else, we went to forget about the lisbon girls.
Scan from Altar of Narcissus - “If the moon shines”
IM LAUGHING SO HARD AT BYZANTINE ART
THE FUCKIN BABYS FACE I CATN FUCKIN DO THIS
AND WHEN THE ANGEL GABRIEL COMES TO TELL MARY THAT SHE’S PREGNANT WITH JESUS
MARY’S FACE HAHA
“god fuking d am it gabe can we not”