iwantthatbelstaffanditsoccupant:
there’s no text on page 45 it’s just a picture of a hot dog
Robots briefly passing through small fires are usually not harmed
She confessed herself ‘harassed and perplexed’.
“Postmortem results aren’t in.”
“They reached a hilltop, raised up there a prayer altar, and offered their psalms of praise, and begged forgiveness for their transgressions.”
I edited this book, I have only myself to blame.
“I shot him, then, right in his gaping stupid mouth. I emptied the gun into him.”
Um
“Halfdane’s heir had to be away/to his night’s rest.”
More like I need to be away my night’s rest.
1. A proper noun
*thinks why the hell not, picks up book, turns to page 45*
“Why don’t you knock on a few doors and see if anyone remembers anything?”
*try not to wheeze self to death*
With dialogue and mise en scene Almodovar revisits the theme of the absent and harmful father figure, temporally displaced back to the last decade of Franco’s regime, and in doing so resumes the task of restoring the nation’s body.
…at least it wasn’t about the melodramatic penis