les charmes de l'horreur n'enivrent que les forts

DESDE QUE EL MUNDO ES MUNDO NOS COMEMOS LOS UNOS A LOS OTROS. SI NO ES DE MANERA SIMBÓLICA, NOS FAGOCITAMOS LITERALMENTE. / ACOMPÁÑEME CAVELER. DISFRUTEMOS DE LA ATROCIDAD.

[dioscanibal]

THE MEMORY DOUBTLESS IS, SO TO SAY, THE BELLY OF THE MIND

Augustine: Confessions (tr. Albert C. Outler) + Hannibal (2013-2015)

[vintagewoc]

vonetta mcgee in blacula (1972)

[fuckyeahhannibal]

hannibal lecter + first & last of every season

[gnossienne]

Glastonbury Abbey (c.1865-1886)

[fragrantblossomstwo]

W.N. Jennings. Lightning, 1890.

[cithaerons]

Through a Glass Darkly (1961), dir. Ingmar Bergman

[arsvitaest-deactivated20260111]

Vessel in the Form of a Deer Impersonator, Moche culture, 100 B.C./A.D. 500, Chimbote, Santa Province, Peru Art Institute of Chicago

[hcnnibal]

oh just a little kith kith

[dioscanibal]

my villain origin story is not finding decent subtitles to Thirst.

[redlipstickresurrected]

Mariya Novakova aka Mia Novakova aka Coughh Syrup (Bulgarian, b. Plovdiv, Bulgaria) - Porch Collapse 1-4, 2021, Photography

[eviesteviie]

i love subtitles

[uchihaitachi]

[dioscanibal]

[ID: Longest tag #* twirls hair* oh my god an empathy disorder? like... no forts in the bone arena of your skull for the things you love? that’s so cool omg 😳 / (Whew, that’s 140 characters!) ]

[pendraegon]

stream the alliterative morte arthure 😭🥺 it has priamus 👑 no merlin 🙅🧙‍♂️ morte d’arthur won’t know what hits them 👊⚡️☄️🔥🧨

[hcnnibal]

[artist-sargent]

A Backwater at Wargrave, 1887, John Singer Sargent

Medium: oil,canvas

[firstfullmoon]

I’m not writing about the wisteria because I’m concerned about the heart murmur in the berry bush. My least favorite flower is a freeway, my least favorite freeway is a wall. Once I took a nap in a field of bees and all my dreams were sweet and buzzing. How can we pollinate the earth if we’re all asleep? Let me tuck myself into the bee balm, let me, like a treefrog, fall asleep on a leaf. The sky is a novel rewriting itself with clouds. I’m not writing about the sky because there’s an inchworm on my coffeespoon. What are we measuring out today? The size of a waxwing’s heart is the same size as a lie. But what else can the birds do, the wisteria is also dying, and still they sing and sing and sing.

— Kelli Russell Agodon, “In The Next 50 Years So Many Animals Will Go Extinct It Will Take Earth At Least 3 Million Years To Recover”