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A visual allegory of “your party was going great and all, you were carried on a throne, and your parents came back sooner than they swore”. Details: various interpretations of The Empire, by Thomas Cole (1801-1848). Details by Steven Zucker.
Feodor Ivanovich Zakharov (1882-1968, Russian) ~ Night Club, n/d
The Phantom of the Opera painted by Annie Stegg Gerard, Christine, Fainted, The Man in the Mask, Apollo’s Lyre, The Ghost, The Angel of Music, The Red Death, Erik
with ℒℴѵℯ
Ghent, Belgium, photos by s1amsi
it's okay to be a forgiving person. just remember the difference between saying, "it's okay," and "i forgive you." because one means it's okay to hurt me again, while the other means it's not okay, but i'm okay.
- how to forgive / Letters From Alex
Edgar Allan Poe illustration by Alberto Martini
Salomé by Gustave Moreau (1826-1898).
“It’s so easy you almost feel sorry for them. You’ll get used to killing. Just forget about that mortal coil. You’ll become accustomed to it, all too quickly.”
Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles (1994)
2105; over a year later
Strangers & Friendships
he stays two steps behind her, three even, to make it less awkward—to make it bearable for himself. the soft thud of their shoes against the marble floor, the flickering light of the candle from the outdoor torch, and the hammering beat of his heart against his chest stops him from removing the space between them.
she smells of lilacs, of a summer he never got to experience, and it pains him to love her, it pains him to be near her ‘cause he knows can never have her. even if she thought he didn’t love her.
-izza malik
Penny Dreadful 2.06 Glorious Horrors
Mark Rothko, Untitled (White, Blacks,Greys, On,Maroon) 1963
