things to pay attention to if you (re)watch Dracula, things I did not know the first time around:
- no CGI type effects. All of it is tricks of film, or forced perspective, etc. Old-fashioned effects. Very nice!
- Diamanda Galas is on the soundtrack. A+
- Very few people know this but Keanu was not at all aware that he was even in a movie and was just wandering around the set being himself
old-man Dracula’s crazy boobs-on-the-head hairdo is so great. 10/10 would wear
I watched Bram Stoker’s Dracula when I was a 13 year old baby goth (well, more into industrial/noise music, but w/e) and I had some, uh, very strong feelings about the movie. There was crying involved. Let’s just say I’m extremely grateful that there was no internet then.
my bullshit will be bullshit or bullshitbullshitbullshit
there I did a tumblr
sordidhymns said: i’ve been struggling a lot lately too. i ended up in an emergency psych ward about a week ago. i know our struggles are different and this post is about you and your experience, but it was really good to hear. i hope you’re doing okay today.
Thank you, and I’m glad you’re here (on earth as well as tumblr.) I totally wrote that with the people I follow here who also share their struggles in mind, so I’m glad it was good to hear! The super positive posts have their place and are helpful in their own way, but sometimes it’s like "yeah I get that you want to sleep forever but maybe don’t because shit is interesting even if it’s not really good I guess and let’s just kind of bitterly laugh until we die instead of just dying too early, whatevs, ugh, life, amirite" is something I can relate to a little bit more, you know? Lol. Anyway I’m truly glad you got some help (whatever “help” even means), or relief, or reached out, or whatever it was that happened. (PM me anytime if you need it btw, I appreciate you.)
In my dream I was flying so much and it took less effort than usual. I flew away from a dinner party in a dark room, from a half-empty dirty town with bars full of creeps, from a jail with an art therapy program where the prisoners had made an entire sculpture display dedicated to The Crying of Lot 49 (which my mother & my boss touched & put in disarray & stole from), and from a church with a locked door. I saw lightning in the distance and I had to avoid powerlines. The sky was gray and the sun was setting. I had to fly 15 miles without a map to get back home. I had a leaking bag of sugar in my pocket to sustain me.
…Maybe when I wake up in the middle of the night
I should go downstairs
dump the refrigerator contents on the floor
and stand there in the middle of the spilled milk
and the wasted butter spread beneath my dirty feet
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