Thirst / Bakjwi (Park Chan-wook, 2009)
Like a leper rotting in flesh, let all avoid me. Like a cripple without limbs, let me not move freely. Remove my cheeks, that tears may not roll down them. Crush my lips and tongue, that I may not sin with them. Pull out my nails, that I may grasp nothing. Let my shoulders and back be bent, that I may carry nothing. Like a man with a tumor in the head, let me lack judgement. Ravage my body sworn to chastity, leave me with no pride and have me live in shame. Let no one pray for me.
(Source: girlwrists, via ateko)
