writings on love, sex, voyeurism, and synchronicity
"deeply i go down into myself. my god is dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence." -rainer maria rilke
what are those stills from?
a flick called "i spit on your grave"...it's heralded as one of the best rape/revenge films ever made. there's a remake of it that came out recently, which i refuse to see.
"in the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. don't run away from this dying. whoever's not killed for love is dead meat." - rumi