1. chelsea wolfe, they'll clap when you're gone //2. håkon gullvåg, green self portrait, 1979 // 3. li young lee, a hymn to childhood //4. ladybird (2017) dir greta gerwig // 5. james baldwin, giovanni's room // 6. himizu (2011) dir sion sono // 7. philip larkin, this be the verse // 8. himizu (2011) dir sion sono // 9. via @heavensghost
that was fast.
Its not good tbh. not great thoughts in my brain. On the bright side I usually use trauma to fuel my character creation. But yeah.
If my mind was a bedroom, it'd be this:
Dark, ruined yet oddly calm and peaceful. Like a graveyard at midnight. Though it can be violent all the same, much like lighting gasoline on fire. Old toys, broken and scattered around the floor like a child had just been playing there, and a soft music box playing. Reminiscent of innocence long since shattered. It'd smell like old, moist carpet.
Shadows would run through the halls, and distant laughter would ring out, yet it'd be coming from nowhere, always just out of reach.
[ Side note, not trying to sound edgy, this is just how i function. ]
AYO EDEBIRI
— Best Performance by a Female Actor in a Television Series - Musical or Comedy for "The Bear" at the 81st Annual Golden Globe Awards (January 07, 2024)
Inside out will always be one of my favourite films of all time. But I noticed that although the concept of existing as part of someone else's mind is played up for giggles in the actual film, the concept in itself is terrifying. Imagine the only reason you exist and are the way you are, is for the sake of this one person who doesn't even know you exist. And when that person is done with you, you....die, like how Bingbong died. He didn't do anything to deserve that fate. Being an imaginary friend is a popularity contest that you have no control over where if you lose, you die. He, and god knows how many others, were forced to pay for something that wasn't their fault.It's the same for the mind workers and the emotions. They all exist for someone else's sake. That is terrifying.
But what about this: what happens when an imaginary friend/mind worker/emotion decides they don't want to do this anymore? What if they realise how terrifying and unfair their situation actually is? What if they're sick of existing for someone else?