#melodrama

_{hard feelings}

_{cut flowers for all my rooms
i care for myself the way i used to care about you}

_{and the holy sick divine nights}

_{sober ii (melodrama), lorde}

we were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart

print here

_{you’re a little much for me}

_{lorde, liability}

Near Dark(1987)

a collage covered in the lyrics to ‘hard feelings’

buy it here to help fund my service dog

Lorde - ‘Sober II (Melodrama)’ (2017) | Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Proserpine (1874) | x 

Check out this great essay on Debbi Morgan’s career-best portrayal of frequently widowed 1960s Louisiana psychic Mozelle Batiste Delacroix in the richly evocative Southern Gothic melodrama Eve’s Bayou (1997, Kasi Lemmons; with co-stars Jurnee Smollett, Diahann Carroll and Samuel L. Jackson):

““We’re two of a kind, my brother and I,” Mozelle intones repeatedly, and it takes a formidable talent to play the sister of Samuel L. Jackson (at his most magnetic here, with no 12-letter words in sight). But Morgan actually upstages him. She has a way of gliding into a room as though on a dolly, and her reaction shots are so acute that the film uses them as punctuation. Her unsettlingly wide eyes flicker between emotions outsize and minute, and her sultry, worldly-wise voice sounds just as one imagines Ava Gardner’s did before the studio sanded down the Southern edges. She feels born of the bayous, as endemic to the region as Spanish moss… It’s worth considering Morgan’s turn not only as a great performance but as the kind of supporting work that’s hardly ever recognized—neither ingénue nor overdue, and not, like this year’s front-runners, a masquerading lead. It fuels the eternal hope that admirers of great performances, like Louis in Mozelle’s prophecy, “open their eyes and see that what they’ve been looking for is standing right in front of them.”” — Steven Mears, “On Debbi Morgan in Eve’s Bayou”,Film Comment (February 2016)

And see my previous post on this undervalued classic of black cinema here!

Buzzcut Season | make-believe it’s hyper real ✨

all the nights spent off our faces trying to find these perfect places what the fuck are perfect places anyway?

but it’s just a supercut of us ✨

lorde // liability

lorde // perfect places

and i will sit close to you

Larry Darrell: The only thing that makes me unhappy is making you unhappy. I don’t think I’ll ever find peace until I make up my mind about things. It’s so difficult to put into words. The minute you try, you feel embarrassed. You say to yourself, who am I to bother my head about this, that or the other. Wouldn’t it be better just to follow the beaten path and let what’s coming to you, come? And then I think, of a guy I knew, a minute before he was full of life and fun, and then… he was dead. I’ve seen many men die; but, this one was different. It was the last day of the war, almost the last moment. He could have saved himself, but, he didn’t. He saved me, and, died. So, he’s gone and I’m here, alive. Why? It’s all so meaningless! You can’t help but ask what life is all about. Whether there’s any sense to it or whether it’s just a stupid blunder!