the sound it makes.

Here for the feelings art awakens.

[achasma]

The Roses of Heliogabalus (detail) by Lawrence Alma-Tadema, 1888.

[medicatedmaniac]

I love Mulder and his broken fingers in The Pine Bluff Variant and Folie a Deux.

[iluvsatc]

[pagliahater]

[art-is-art-is-art]

Chekhov wrote it before Camus

[andysambcrg]

- Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

[hybridmindthoughtsreloaded]

[bad-moodboard]

Detail from Robertson’s Phantasmagoria, Paris, 1797

[lemonsweet]

They're always eating everything

[degenderates]

[teaboot]

POV: Your grimdark fantasy love interest is a beagle puppy

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know

[aintitlikethunderunderearth]

hey does anyone know when the horrors end

[firstgrave]

my favorite lines from this article about poetry from students grades 3-6

[howelljenkins]

having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer

[howelljenkins]

to love and be loved is to rest

[plumisora-deactivated20250520]

Quiet Riverbed

[storminateacup-97-deactivated20]

“That’s why high school, or a crappy job, or any other restrictive circumstance can be dangerous: They make dreams too painful to bear. To avoid longing, we hunker down, wait, and resolve to just survive. Great art becomes a reminder of the art you want to be making, and of the gigantic world outside of your small, seemingly inescapable one. We hide from great things because they inspire us, and in this state, inspiration hurts.”

— One of the best articles I’ve ever read. Rookie Mag. By Spencer Tweedy. (via wildyork)

[classichorrorblog]

Dracula (1931)

[mistysblueboxstuff]

friends i have perished i am deceased

[soundofbloom]

🎶 Past the point of no return, The final threshold

What warm, unspoken secrets

Will we learn?

Beyond the point of no return 🎶

[aqua-regia009]

Detail from Wood nymphs in the moonlight - oil on canvas. — Julius Schmid (Austrian, 1854-1935)

[doomsayings]

Oh, I will be cruel to you, Marya Morevna. It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. But you understand, don’t you? You are clever enough. I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. But I am your servant. When you starve I will feed you; when you are sick I will tend you. I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased. For you alone, I will be weak.

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

Being your slave, what should I do but tend

Upon the hours and times of your desire?

I have no precious time at all to spend,

Nor services to do, till you require.

Shakespeare, Sonnet 57

La Belle et la Bête (1946) / Wuthering Heights (1939)