High At The Bus Stop Listening To Saada Bonaire

Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror (1922) - dir. F. W. Murnau

Original promotional art for Nosferatu (1922)

Sometimes she thought she was in love with him, waking up in the morning and looking blankly at the ceiling, remembering suddenly that she knew him, remembering suddenly his face shining with affection for her because of some gesture of affection on her part, before her sleepy emptiness had time to fill up with the realization of what time it was, what day, what she had to do, the soldier substance that made up one’s life. But the feeling bore no resemblance to what she had read about love. Love was supposed to be a kind of blissful insanity.

Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

björk photographed by david strick (1994)

Kiki Smith: ‘Constellation’ at Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art (1996)

“Darling, darling. I live in you, and you would die for me. I love you so.”

carmilla (stone) lithograph | prints here

they’ll never make me hate willow idfc i donf care i really dont

Cibo Matto in NYC photographed by Grégoire Alessandrini, 1990s

photo: David Castenson