𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅

Gothic aesthetic, escoteric shitposting, poetry sometimes. Basically if a 12th-century occultist lunatic had access to the internet.

[aeolian-alien]

No sir, I looked in the back and I'm afraid we don't have any arcane secrets left in stock. Check back when the blood moon rises and the dark prince falls. Would you like to sign up for our email list?

[feldfrog]

I used to be monotheistic. Until the great worm that I worship got cut in half

[catasters]

[valtsv]

a tshirt that says "ONLY YOU CAN SEE ME"

[catgirlfedsmoker]

[depsidase]

[mudwerks]

Carlo Mollino - femmina

[nemfrog]

Golden sun. Cover art.

Patience Worth. 1916.

Internet Archive

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Ismene by İnci Deniz Özdemir

[goetiiavacuum]

The blood moon is framed by the statues of Hera and Apollo in Athens

[funstealer]

Phenomenon AW10 Executioner Jacket

[nemfrog]

The Hornet. Fancy dresses described. 1887.

Internet Archive

[passion-of-l0vers]

i’m pregnant and it’s you

[dabneycoleperson]

[orwell]

Givenchy by John Galliano,  Spring-Summer 1997

[random-brushstrokes]

Leonid Pasternak  (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work

[caressthosecheekbones]

oh leonid, we're really in it now

[philosophybits]

“Above all, do not lie to yourself. A man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he does not discern any truth either in himself or anywhere around him, and thus falls into disrespect towards himself and others. Not respecting anyone, he ceases to love, and having no love, he gives himself up to passions and coarse pleasures, in order to occupy and amuse himself, and in his vices reaches complete bestiality, and it all comes from lying continually to others and to himself.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov