Heaven was blind to my grief

" I am the vampire of my own heart, one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter who can no longer smile. Am I dead? I must be dead. "

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[forndom]

Göjemånad © Forndom

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The Secret Place

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[decemberblue]

“Undead” - Transformation from human to vampire 

(My edit of Vincenz Georg Kininger painting, 1795)

[wakeningwoods]

midnightmovies

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[swedishlandscapes]

Moody morning.

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— Carole Maso, from “The art lover.”

[nonalimmen]

© Nona Limmen {Instagram / Twitter}

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf ― The Waves

[sad-house-of-mortality]

[philomena-famulok]

©Philomena Famulok

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I am cut up. I've been walking around. half alive myself, sleepwalking, with this pain chiselled into my chest. Jagged. Serated. Nothing makes it disappear.

Jackie Kay, from “Trumpet.”

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chasing the fog somewhere in Switzerland   Instagram | Etsy shop  

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I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

Jorge Luis Borges, from “Two English Poems.”

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It hurt. It hurt like hell. But it didn't matter, if no one knew.

Nella Larsen, from “Passing.”

[fairycosmos]

“How many ghosts must I always carry with me? / How much more must I expand to accommodate?”

— Chloë Rose, from “Haunted,” published in Anomaly   (via loveage-moondream)