Jana
@janadancer.bsky.social
Dealing with my impossible nature, one day at a time.
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Nosferatu (1922, Murnau)
Nosferatu (1979, Herzog)
Nosferatu (2024, Eggers)
Nosferatu (1979, Herzog)
Nosferatu (2024, Eggers)
December 2, 2024 at 11:09 PM
Nosferatu (1922, Murnau)
Nosferatu (1979, Herzog)
Nosferatu (2024, Eggers)
Nosferatu (1979, Herzog)
Nosferatu (2024, Eggers)
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"Derivative. Bullshit."
December 3, 2024 at 6:48 PM
"Derivative. Bullshit."
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greetings from. oil painting on paper
December 4, 2024 at 12:25 AM
greetings from. oil painting on paper
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Footsteps in the dark
December 2, 2024 at 6:25 PM
Footsteps in the dark
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Writers: yes, you are still a "real" writer if you
- have never published anything
- have no readers
- didn't write anything this month
- didn't write anything this year
- can't articulate words anymore
- can only float and mournfully wail
- were murdered ten years ago on this very spot
- have never published anything
- have no readers
- didn't write anything this month
- didn't write anything this year
- can't articulate words anymore
- can only float and mournfully wail
- were murdered ten years ago on this very spot
December 2, 2024 at 7:59 PM
Writers: yes, you are still a "real" writer if you
- have never published anything
- have no readers
- didn't write anything this month
- didn't write anything this year
- can't articulate words anymore
- can only float and mournfully wail
- were murdered ten years ago on this very spot
- have never published anything
- have no readers
- didn't write anything this month
- didn't write anything this year
- can't articulate words anymore
- can only float and mournfully wail
- were murdered ten years ago on this very spot
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December 3, 2024 at 2:28 AM
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I like handwritten letters. I like pouring my feelings onto paper, into words a little slanted, a little smudged from when my hand shook as I wrote them down, a polygraph of my heart. If flowers can be pressed, so can feelings — into paragraphs, into ‘—yours truly,’ into a name.
December 3, 2024 at 8:07 AM
I like handwritten letters. I like pouring my feelings onto paper, into words a little slanted, a little smudged from when my hand shook as I wrote them down, a polygraph of my heart. If flowers can be pressed, so can feelings — into paragraphs, into ‘—yours truly,’ into a name.
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As if you needed another reason to love Andre the Giant
December 3, 2024 at 12:51 PM
As if you needed another reason to love Andre the Giant
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💫 Sophie and Calcifer 💫
December 3, 2024 at 1:54 AM
💫 Sophie and Calcifer 💫
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