me waiting in the grounds of my vampire wife’s castle estate for her to let me back inside after she banished me during an argument
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me waiting in the grounds of my vampire wife’s castle estate for her to let me back inside after she banished me during an argument
*does that thing where i sensually remove my white gloves by biting the tip of my finger but i start eating the glove*
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you walk into a crowded bar and I’m on stage loudly crinkling a receipt in silence
Edward Povey - Crooked Lute (oil on canvas, 2018)
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Gorgeous, mystery filled “nocturnes” by artist Christopher Burk who lives and works in Columbus, Ohio.
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WHO HAS THIS KIND OF TIME IM GONNA SCREAM YALL
Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes.
Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself.
The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (1982)
mime owners: this is claude st. pierre, we adopted him two years ago. he’s a third generation french mime with roots in the early carnie awakening. we only feed him hand toasted vegan peanuts and paleo candy floss
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this post came from a darker universe
‘Genet de l'Estérel’ by Geraud Fils (1900s), ‘Extrait Fleurs du Ciel’ by Roger et Gallet (early 20th century), ‘Lilas Blanc’ by Roger et Gallet (early 20th century).
Portraits of an unidentified model, Japan, ca. 1930
by Denjiro Ide
Twiggy by Justin de Villeneuve
Vogue April 1970