a dreaming demon walks upon an unformed world

Maria. Writer / art & history lover.

[falloutnewnobody]

donating my heavily annotated copy of house of leaves to the local library so that the person reading it gets a 5th layer of narrative to be confused by

[cryptonature]

The earliest cephalopods date back to the Cambrian period. They predate trees and land plants. So, the Earth knew tentacles before it knew leaves. Anyway, sweet dreams.

[boykeats]

Rural Boys Watch The Apocalypse (rough draft) by Keaton Michael

[annabelle--cane]

schrodinger's chekhov's gun. a detail in a story that looks like it should have some big payoff but it's too early to tell if that's relevant or if the author just has a passion for lovingly describing guns.

[halliserres]

Oh Amygdala, oh Amygdala… Have mercy on the poor bastard.

[thyming-deactivated20220220]

Sources: 🍄 🍄

[lifeinpoetry]

“Houses are really bodies. We connect ourselves with walls, roofs, and objects just as we hang on to our livers, skeletons, flesh and bloodstream.”

— — Leonora Carrington, from The Hearing Trumpet

[notamuused]

link the fire

[drfaustus]

christopher marlowe wrote plays 400 years ago and they went on to give me massive brain rot

[drfaustus]

literally how was i supposed to read this and be normal about it

[tamaharu]

the thing is, i think horror needs to have a little love. it needs to have an obsession. does the parasite in your body love you? it raises you from the dead, it sustains you. this is its body. this is your body. does the haunted house feel intruded upon? is it hungry? what is hatred but adoration?

[vefantur]

obsessed with the way that gothic horror is about horror but never directly. it’s not horrific because there’s a haunted house and that’s scary, it’s horrific because the monster isn’t a monster, it’s your grief, your loss, your pride, your desire, your fear. the monster skulking in the shadows, the darkness at the edge of the woods, the haunted house that is too broken to be a home—those are manifestations of events that grabbed onto the fabric of time in a fit of abject horror and clamped down so tightly that they couldn’t keep moving forward toward resolution and eventual dissipation like they were supposed to. it’s all about the scared child and the mourning mother and the hunger in your gut and the little emptiness in your chest at the end of the day. those things are all little horrors but you can’t approach them directly to understand them, so gothic horror gives us these little metaphors and says “here play with these for a while and see what you find.” and all of those metaphors need someone to go back to childhood to release them. you have to care, and be curious and clever, and look for a way to heal the hurt. you have to be so achingly human to survive in gothic horror

[putangprinsesa]

Medical/Nursing x Dark Academia

TW: Sharp objects

- vngelacademia

[cryptonature]

Your bones are an essay

written by Earth in the language of gravity.

Letters shaped in mineral ink.

In each of our bodies, is this text of stone,

punctuated with ivy and sea salt.

How clever to ensconce us within the skull,

a captive audience,

a reader who is also the page.

[mephostophilis]

thinking about how in the 1800s i would've just been able to leave my town, change my appearance and my name, and wander until no one knew who i was

[mephostophilis]

and then i would pretend to be a doctor and sell people fucked up little medicines

[ka-photos]

Misty wilderness

Misty landscapes in the Vätsäri Wilderness in Lapland 2020.

[brotherlyembrace]

you can’t go home.

[incorrectrotgquotes]

“In the winter, I like to dress in a cozy black jacket, shirt, and jeans. In the summer I wear… the same thing because I look good in black and I’m willing to suffer.”

— Pitch