“ellen holds orlok in her arms. both dead. lilacs strewn around them. orlok is just an empty shell. ellen’s face is calm, beatific - finally at peace. finally fulfilled” a tragically beautiful ending
writing this because i often find pieces of myself in characters, flowers, colours, even small things i adore like trinkets. / there’s nothing wrong with that. ♥️
please be weird and possessive and off putting and worrisome and go too far and rip me open and crawl inside my body and bleed me dry then put me back together again like a ball-jointed doll
women will always be the most beautiful thing God ever created. may they always have the courage to fight, the freedom to live and the strength to never bow down to a world that refuses to let them be.
