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Right... well, this blog is an archive of art, photos, et cetera inspired by dark forests, the roaring twenties, witchcraft, Glasgow smiles, and trench warfare. Oh... not everything here is suitable for the workplace.

[ghostships-rosehips]

[ghostships-rosehips]

THE HEART

Just because somebody believes what they tell you; doesn't mean you have to. Feelings can change like the direction of the wind.

[militaryshub]

[mindofclay]

[robert-hadley]

[artpropelled]

Valérie Vaubourg

[mortem-et-necromantia-deactivat]

[burgundy-whips]

“In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.”

— Pablo Neruda, from “October Fullness” (via theclassicsreader)

[xbunnyclawsx]

[ghostships-rosehips]

It's a good thing, alone suits you so well

You bring hell where you walk

You grew this shell, 'round my heart

[bruxabaiit]

[lifeinpoetry]

Her body the arrow of longing, aimed, as all desperate things are, to crash not into the object of desire, but into the darkness behind it.

Traci Brimhall, from “Aubade with a Broken Neck” (via dressed-in-black)

f l e u r • n o i r e

(via f-l-e-u-r-n-o-i-r-e)

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[barbarea]

[antigonick]

Your soul sleeps.

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via antigonick)

[diacetyl-morphine]

[vintageeveryday]

Train wreck at Montparnasse, Paris, 1895.