THE DEVIL'S TOY //

i met evil when i was only a child // sideblog to @classeact.

[amargedom]

I thought I would be understood without words.

Vincent Van Gogh, in a letter to Theo Van Gogh (via amargedom)

[le-immorte]

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[de-morte]

“This is my prologue… How do you begin to describe a holy lust? a moth laden ray of light seeping in through a stained glass, or the resurrection of love in the name of a saint? Is the Cross bleeding from my veins or I have deceived you in my cloaks of the night? A warning, I am not holy. The evil born of çullis, I reek of ancient death, I breathe in poison. The dying tune on a pianists’ fingers, I am the blood on a violinist’s quaff, the sand filled dirt of the wind on the stormiest days. I am a death of heart, of a lovers’’ peril of a fading night.”

— Channing M

[zielenadel]

Tabu - Miguel Gomes (2012)

[dvoinik]

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[tc-eenzoned-blog]

la douleur exquise

(n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting affection from someone unattainable

[darkandlong]

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Gucci Handcuffs, Tom Ford 1998

[wnq-writers]

He; her poet. She; his poetry.

DY, a six word story, and the story of us (via wnq-writers)

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[de-morte]

I am a burning smoke of a dark lethargy.

Channing M (via le-immorte)

[lifeinpoetry]

                    there is no god left in his skin.

There’s just the ash. Just the ash.

— Jake Skeets, from “A God and the Other Man” published in Spilled Milk

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