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AnasAbdin
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Love Begins
DEAR READER

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The last words are yours : FUCK YOU ALL
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Katatonia - Tonight’s Music
Sadness - Rose
In the two and a half years I’ve been on this site, I can count on one hand the amount of people Ive talked to on here. Ive come to find that the majority of people here are narcissists who need to fill their ego-well through likes, and feed off the validation that comes with it. I am pretty sure Im going to delete this piece of shit blog off of this fucking site tomorrow, or at least take a very long break from being on here because I no longer find it expressive in any way. It is no longer a place i feel comfortable divulging myself. In fact I find it now to only be another source of unneeded stress in my life as it feels like I’m an outcast here just as much as in the real world. It isnt like anyone is going to miss my shitty reblogs, music posts, and photographs. There are some of you who are mutuals whose posts I very much enjoyed, who seemed to be somewhat decent humans who might care, but it doesnt really make me want to stay at this point. Perhaps I’ll be back or change my mind, but I’m pretty sure I’m fucking done.
Emergence by craig goettsch on Flickr.
MARCEL HASS Flesh Of God / the good friday 2016
My feelings at this moment are pitiable indeed. I am suffering under a depression of spirits as I have never felt before. I have struggled in vain against the influence of this melancholy…I am wretched, and not know why. Console me- for you can. But let it be quickly- or it will too late. Write me immediately. Convince me that it is worth one’s while- that it is at all necessary to live, and you will indeed be my friend.
Edgar Allan Poe, letter to a friend, 11 September 1835. (via tesserariuss)
Urfaust - Meditatum II
Empty Space Meditation
Cauldron of the Sorceress, 1879, Odilon Redon
From Die Muskete, 1916.
Black Mass.
Miserere Luminis - Senectus
Black Metal doesn’t mean anything any longer. It has become the shame of Satan, undermined in it’s very essence by all those pathetic worms, false Satanists, traitors and bastards of all kinds, have gathered to insult our art, and the less one can say is that they really succeeded in making it pure shit, a simple and only matter of image, money, publicity.
The Black Legions. (via fires-of-perdition)