the fact that lights don’t start flickering ominously and short-circuiting whenever i’m upset is maximally unsexy and not at all excellent if you ask me
Un beau soleil intérieur (a.k.a. Let the Sunshine In) (Claire Denis, 2017)
This here is me homunculus flesh puppet that me soul will transfer to in the event of me death. It’s got no soul insider it right now, so we keep it in a constant state a euphoria ter keep it from massacrin’ me customers.
