((*tries hard to write gud* *tries too hard*))
ALTARS | LAURIE BETH ZUCKERMAN - http://www.reneeruin.com/2014/12/altars-laurie-beth-zuckerman.html
Family Nest (Családi tüzfészek 1979) dir. Béla Tarr
Motel Hell || Blake & Norman
The motel had its own brand of nighttime: eerie and dead quiet except for the faint hum of the neon motel sign. Some would call it lonely, isolated, unbearable, but Norman called it home.
'Called' it home, although, on most days, it felt like a prison; no bars, only windows flanked by lace curtains. No guards, only Mother watching and waiting like a sentry. And tonight was one of those occasions where he was painfully aware of his confinement, how inescapable his situation was.
The faint, low hum eventually blended into the background noise until it was barely audible unless he focused. It was nicer out here. Only endless desert and fresh air, something he desperately needed he supposed.
Two pinpoints of light sped in the distance following the contours of the highway. Car headlights and that meant a guest. Norman's posture tightened, and his expression softened into something cordial.
((ok so I owe: reddeadnurse (REALLY SORRY I ALWAYS LEAVE U HANGING) and alittleimpulsive
((omg finally back after a long long hiatus.
((i procrastinated so hard that i washed the dishes, put them away, vacuumed my room, and then cleaned the counters))
((hiatus until the end of finals.
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Oh, Oedipus
myownprivatetrap replied to your post:((Bed soon.))
smooches u
Rebeka Anne, I built myself as a home for two but I still live here alone. (via anneisrestless)