pheebs

a real genius walks among us

my local park is full of hundreds of snow sculptures and someone has been adding museum labels

I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.

haha I will ! waiting for the stranded bf to return

screenshot of a tv user guide, showing two channels under Tue 8PM: MSNOW - State of the union TCM East- Gaslight

Masterful Troll, TCM.

taking a fun little dna test to find out how norwegian I am and getting my great-uncle arrested for a series of unsolved ritual slayings from the 1970s

I’ve been ultra-rapid cycling this past week and the second I start that depressive dive it is an intense battle of internal will: I want to listen to the second half of prince of midnight because I WANT kinsale to fuck me up worse than dirt, but I KNOW that I must not seek so nuclear a cartharsis

I have held back from watching it because I am concerned about my actions following that film. I don’t know where I will go or what I will do or who I will be!! I also can’t really tell from the trailer if it’s actually good.

(Gay!)

The reason that happy ending felt so surprising and yet so grounded is that the film is given over to grief—for the living and the dead, for the lives we might have led or that others now live without us. Death is in the title! But it makes a quiet case: heaven can be here, in the love we share.

Still dwelling on Summerland, which I watch watched last night, and not necessarily because it is the weightiest movie or because it introduces particularly novel ideas, but because it had a happy ending— a really happy ending, except for one person, and that it doesn’t try to justify.

Obviously, I want them to fuck! But I will absolutely accept deft camera work around eyes, lips, fingertips, hems of dresses, record players, crafting tools, what have you!

I don’t care what mood they’re in and I don’t care where they are in the world. Just give me two beautiful women who have some kind of sexual tension or history, surround them with stark nature or top notch architecture that functions as landscape, and my eyes will be glued to that screen.

All I want from a film? Lesbians and landscapes.

sure I might have eaten an entire carton of mint chip and a whole chicken pot pie, in that order. but I’m also eating for one!

emerald, you can’t build a movie on half-baked kink alone.

oh my god I love his mom. “she will not EAT you” lmao

ugh I miss a good dance — perhaps next year I’ll actually attend the assemblies

oh Mr Malcolm’s List is CHARMING — you were all wonderfully correct!

stop making tv shows out of video games about a sad man and a weird girl navigating realist zombie scenarios and give us an HBO adaptation of THE MONK with the same budget, instead

i think that if you wanna talk about gothic lit and WUTHERING HEIGHTS you have to also read CASTLE OF OTRANTO and laugh your fucking ass off first

Suprematism, by Nikolai Suetin, 1920-21, 📸 by @tiltoncreative

early king blackberries, painted by royal charles steadman, 1916

early king blackberries, painted by royal charles steadman, 1916

Interactive map of Roman amphitheaters by Sebastian heath

Like Roman amphitheaters? There are a lot more than the Colosseum. The closing ceremony for the Winter Olympics was held in the Verona amphitheater last night—& it is a great reason to revisit @sebhth.bsky.social’s interactive map and dataset of known amphitheaters. roman-amphitheaters.org/browser/

tearing me into tiny pieces

watching summerland and yeah it’s fucking me up

IM A WATERING POT FOR THESE GIRLS

the second half of mamma mia two: let the nonstop sobbing commence

sluts will inherit the earth, or at least a quaint B&B on a charming croatian island!

the beautiful thing about the mamma mia franchise is that the moral is: be a slut :)