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@charlesbaudouin
“No, my darling — People like him do not die. They make sure that the most terrifying thing in a desert are not the venomous serpents. It’s them.”
— Channing H.M (via de-morte)
“I am he, whose death will not only bring forth famines and slaughter but whose ghost will eat the rest of the living.”
— Channing H.M (via de-morte)
Don't Forget.
“Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of my own moods, I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via lovequotesrus)
#Spoilt
Fun facts about your sign here
“I am not a harbor for your saint-like sorrow, for the ways you are doused in pains. I have monsters enough, burning under my skin. Come close, and you will give them reason to sin.”
— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)
Closer....
“Shrieks of agonizing ghosts suture their carrions nether my skin. Their obsequies buskin’d to senescence of soul. How bleak these houses are underneath my carapace where they live. They grouse and groan in ebbing vent, jeering at these houses like harlequins of ancient race — flaunting their ceremonious suicide. I am a house of these contemptible follies. Of Ghosts lying in bed of my veins. Mocking the living umbra in utter abhorrence.”
— Channing M, The Monochrome of Darkness. (via de-morte)
Maria Hochhaus - Carlotta
“I just want that final pain - to end all pain. And then, eternal dreams.”
— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)
They'll Never Be The Love Of Your Life Though. Not While I'm Still Alive.
Cthulhuish by hesit8tion-marx
Vanitas Still Life, 1630, by Pieter Claesz (c. 1597-1660)
Cthulhuish by hesit8tion-marx
Dear @Dr_BAuDouin, charlesbaudouin.
Thank you for the beautiful friendship you’ve given to me. With so much trust and love, guidance and care, I’m lucky, so very lucky to not only know and converse with you. But to share my day to day life with you as well.
You give me amazing inspiration to be bolder, stronger, better. You encourage me to not be a victim, but a fighter with a courage that nobody can bring down or make me feel defeated.
You’ve taught me that I can only make myself happy. Only I can change my course if I’m not in the place where I want to be. Do something about it. Take chances and risks.
We’ve travelled so far and so long to get to this point. We’ve had our highs and lows and the way we dealt with each event truly reflects our characters and souls. Your patience and understanding make me appreciate you so much more.
I love you.
In your moments of laughter, you make me smile and I want to bathe in that light with you. In your moments of anger or sadness, you make me ache for a better understanding of the negativity which plagues your mind so I can tear it out. In your moments of inspiration, you make me feel in awe of the boundless creativity which infects our minds. In your moments of twisted desires, you make me crave the darkness too.
You are beautiful. So much, it hurts. You have me obsessed, addicted, yearning and begging. I’m shackled to you. Chained and bound in ways in which I can never become free. How did you do this to me?
One thing I know for certain, you are the beginning of my destruction. You are going to kill me. Consume and devour. But I’m going to let you. And I’m going to love every second until there really is nothing left.
For what is a love without heart-breaking passion?
What am I without you?
Victoria.
It will be interesting to find out.
Serial killer / Lana del rey
La Haine (1995)