𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍.

inspiration sideblog to deacruor

[ineffabull]

her ribcage is filled with flowers but they are dead, dead, dead.

(morning after) hal (via ineffabull)

[nefariouscinephile]

[detailedart]

Detail of La chevelure, by Lucien Girand de Scevola.

[theijeoma-deactivated20180827]

so, here you are too foreign for home too foreign for here. never enough for both.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo, diaspora blues (via masochisticsadist)

[lazqrus]

lunafreya nox fleuret appreciation post [1/∞]

[antigonick]

I was like that: visible invisible visible invisible. There’s no material as variable as moonlight. I was climbing, clinging to the underneath of my bones,—

Alice Oswald, excerpt of Full Moon (via antigonick)

[hairtusk]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Some ghosts are women. Not angels, but ghosts.

Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton; “Ghosts,” (edited)

[nctis]

[neongardenia]

artwork by Yoshitaka Amano for The Sandman: The Dream Hunters by Neil Gaiman (1999)

[fujikomeanie]

Amano Yoshitaka / Shojokyuu

[endocathexis]

[thartarus]

Visit Original Link

FFVII Advent Children OST

By Nobuo Uematsu

[hachimitsubani]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“…wild things in the darkness of her eyes.”

— Ralph Hodgson, from Eve, And Other Poems (1913); “The Gypsy Girl,”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Love was mingled with the sacred terror I felt;”

— Mary Shelley, from “Mathilda,” originally published c. October 1819

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“She mistrusted reality. She understood infinity. She was weeping, weeping whole seas.”

— César Vallejo, tr. by Robert Bly, from “At the Border of a Flowering Grave,”