The most interesting thing to me thus far about this whole goncherov thing is that Tumblr has collectively constructed some pretty convincing side characters for this movie. Katya leaps off the page as this frustrated woman caged by her lack of autonomy, Sofia coyly plays both sides and acts above it all when really she's desperate for the same freedom Katya is. Ice Pick Joe is a less developed character who nonetheless acts as a stand in for the inescapable nature of cycles of violence. andrey, loyal to a fault, gets pulled deeper and deeper into goncherov's orbit until there's no way for him to make it out alive
and yet with all that I have ZERO sense of who goncherov is supposed to be himself. i've see a lot of stuff suggesting that the film is theoretically about loss, including the loss of one's identity, shown primarily through the way goncherov becomes unrecognizable to himself by the time of his death at the end of the film (seeing himself in a fractured mirror is a common motif). it's very interesting to me that we have a fine time coming up with a group of collective blorbos based on mafia movie tropes, but somehow the main character feels unknowable, to the degree that we had to make that one of the core themes of the film.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
If the rain was a person theyd be the most gentle and kind individual you'd ever come across...... They would have the most soothing voice and they would sing you to sleep.............
“If I was gay,” I told the ceiling, “I wouldn’t need an asterisk beside my name. I could stop worrying if the girl I like will bounce when she finds out I also like dick. I could have a coming-out party without people thinking I just want attention. I wouldn’t have to explain that I fall in love with minds, not genders or body parts. People wouldn’t say I’m ‘just a slut’ or 'faking it’ or 'undecided’ or 'confused’ I’m not confused. I don’t categorize people by who I’m allowed to like and who I’m allowed to love. Love doesn’t fit into boxes like that. It’s blurry, slippery, quantum. It’s only limited by our perceptions and before we slap a label on it and cram it into some category, everything is possible.” I glanced at Josh. “That’s me. I’m not gay, not bi. I’m something quantum. I can’t define it.” “You’re just human.”
Elliot Wake, Black Iris (via thebooksaidthat)
i can't casually listen to music. unfortunately everything i like makes me want to drop to my knees.
THE SAME SHIT SANDWICH !!! No voy a mentir literalmente todo lo que hice ayer fue escucharlos en bucle todo el día Y FUE GLORIOSO!!
the severance finale really said humans find beauty and meaning everywhere despite of it all and that doesn't justify the existence of the system that opresses them but also doesn't negate the worth of the life that has been carved out of it despite of it all and fuck you for creating and maintaining and profitting off the very same system that abuses and exploits me and those I love while saying our lives are too miserable to have worth and meaning. they do. no matter how small. despite of it all. despite of it all. I am chewing through cardboard.
This is how i feel when i'm listening to music at night, just me and the stars and nobody else.