#retours

[entre-image-blog]

Portfolio Retours, Philippe Druillet, sérigraphie, disponible sur entre-image.com

[spockvarietyhour]

Wanna hear a story about what I did to the last person who betrayed me?

[acapricorncreature]

Ok I’ve never posted here before but I wanted to share this Disco Elysium x Night in the Woods crossover fanart I drew. Please view the graffiti, I worked really hard on referencing both games :))))

[andybuison]

11h18

[lezkissgifs]

Le Retour (2023) dir. Catherine Corsini

[emlvi56]

SHIVERS - Outside, spring rain seeps into the cracks in the walls and the cobblestone streets, and into grated storm drains. All the way down into the sewers... Above ground, the first May bells blossom.

For Klaasje:

the damsel in distress

the femme fatale

the votary of le Retour

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BONUS: Alternate version. This was my original concept for the portrait, but I think the may bells are more evocative, but I still really like this one, so here you go:

[reddit-eco-plus]

lien

[drop-dead-dropout]

what if you wanted cute kimharry fluff but tumblr user drop-dead-dropout said imagine if kim lives to seventy but harry doesn't make it with him

btw it's very hard to format a fic when it's literally just one person talking the whole time... I'm suffering rn lmao

[binomech]

lumon is a pharmaceutical that needs disease to exist for their economic profit, while also claiming that their ultimate goal is balance, pulchritude, purity, control. they base their whole promotion of severance as something that can cure a person's grief through the amputation of it, as if death was the ultimate evil, as if grief was a septic miasma to drain. conveniently, a lack of grief means a lack of attachment, a lack of attachment makes for better workers.

darkness is intimacy, it's a right to one's emotions without a purpose or an audience. lumon's halogens light up everything that transpires inside the building, your own grief can be repackaged and sold to an audience if edited well enough. darkness is a shroud that takes away our sense of direction but also returns us to our body.

kier seems to be in perpetual winter, the tree branches are nude and there's no end in sight to fields of snow and blue light and hunger, animals can't thrive, crops can't thrive. woe's hollow is much the same, insofar as it's lumon land. dieter egan became one with nature, he wanted, he loved, his rotting corpse haunts and entices. sex and desire are constantly presented as a prerrequisite for suffering and rot, because loving someone means losing them will bring grief, because bringing a person into the world (through childbirth or severance) means accepting that you will love them, and they will suffer, and they will die someday. to love is to accept death.

grief is suffocating, a black rot encroaching the wood in our trees and the canvases we made out of them. we carry it with us wherever we go and it's heavy, but it's this rot that will feed new life. we will sit at our green desks on a green carpet unfer a great big halogen light that primes all of our words of kinship and love for an audience to justify our suffering, but conspire in a dark supply closet where our grief and desire can be just ours, cramped and warm.

plants become a symbol for warmth and care and grief. plants die, plants rot, plants feed you and you feed them. green is for rot and for spring, the garden in perpetuity doesn't even get real sunlight. mammalians nurturable field feeds the goats and the goats feed it upon death, burt and irving's little eden is a mysterious storage room but the plants are real. gemma died and the warmth of spring went with her, but ms. casey has a tree of her own in her office. charlotte cobel used a green respirator it didn't save her, even if the winter came inexorably after each spring. but spring will come again. we will grieve, and in the warmth of the sun we will watch a sapling grow from the rotting remains of our our old selves and loved ones.

[fidjiefidjie]

Bonjour, bon Dimanche à tous ☕️ 🥐 🍎 ... bon retour de vacances

Amoureux à Milan 🇮🇹 Italie 1950/60

Photo de Paolo Di Paolo

[tomoleary]

Fourth François Schuiten Le retour du Capitaine Nemo (2023) Source

[curiouswhileimhere]

[homecoming]

“you’ll get it in the next life, where you don’t make mistakes.”

[revacholianpizzaagenda]

My heart and I have never lived until May,

but in my past,

a hundred of Aprils assembled

Vladimir Mayakovsky

[yulindraws]

THE DESERTER - "Always waiting." The old man turns his eyes from the shore and back to you.

YOU - "For what?"

THE DESERTER - "For her to return."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Her, who?"

THE DESERTER - "Girl Child Revolution."