Achilles Will Be Like “i Know A Spot” Then Drag Your Lifeless Body Around The Walls Of Troy

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Midnight Mass, Ep. 7, Book VII: Revelation

Pietà, Michelangelo

Gustav Klimt, The Kiss // Robert Winthrop Chanler, Leopard and Deer

“And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”

— Unknown

Do America and the rest of the world know what's happening in Australia?

Our supermarkets are fucking bare. We have no food, no toiletries, no basic essentials.

This might not seem like a big deal to some, but this - added to the stress of the pandemic - it's gonna add to the death rate of our most vulnerable members of society.

And our cock head of a prime minister is spending time and money on tanks. What the fuck do you need those tanks for Scott?There'll be no one to operate them if we've all starved to death.

When talking to people about this they say shit like "just grow your own food" as if it's that easy. I'm telling you the second I start to feel hunger pains from starvation, I'm driving a fork through Scott Morrison.

When the people shall have nothing more to eat, they will eat the rich

Our government is trying to kill us. The poor, the disabled, the elderly, and everyone else who they view as subhuman, and nobody's saying anything.

They're acting like it'll be fixed within a month. As if this country's apathetic bitch ass leaders are good at fixing things.

The Liberal party is crushing this country into the ground and it's using the working class as it's hammer.

(Aus liberal is different than USA liberal)

I wonder if those psychotic Republicans in America chanting "save Australia" are actually gonna do anything now, or pretend they don't know what's happening and leave us dying in the gutter like they've always done.

Midnight Mass (2021)

Midnight Mass | 1.07

No Human eye can isolate the unhappy coincidence of line and place which suggests evil in the face of a house, and yet somehow a maniac juxtaposition, a badly turned angle, some chance meeting of roof and sky, turned Hill House into a place of despair, more frightening because the face of Hill House seemed awake, with a watchfulness from the blank windows and a touch of glee in the eyebrow of a cornice.

Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House