— Margaret Atwood, from Half-Hanged Mary in “Morning In The Burned House”  (via sapphoisms)

“You were a cosmic lover and we were dancing with God on the edge of the universe. We decided not to die. Innocence lost within the sheets and the silence and the skin. Nights in the city where roses bled through gates. Bodies, all over, arms and pillows and hair and silence. I was born somewhere in between your hands and the calm. Whiskey and honey, french perfume, lengthened silence, depth, space, your eyelids. Silences, your mouth, your lips, and I was reborn. Broken silence for you. Moments of light and the belief in possibility. Existence a priori. I found myself sacrificing my self-preservation. I gave my God away. Existence a posteriori. Silence with an end as the result of trusting my faith in the callused hand of a false deity. I hope you’ll be a better boy, my friend.”

Norman Lindsay (1879-1969), ‘Untitled’, “Thief of the Moon series”, 1924 Source

Shelley Duvall in The Shining, 1980.

-Psycho (1960)

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