La danse de nuit

22-year-old-queer-feminist from Germany | I like photographs which have a story or a meaning. Same thing in fashion and music. | The Macabre And the Beautifully Grotesque. | goth thingies | FCK NZS | meat sucks | NSFW Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/scarlett_delacroix/

[quotemadness]

“Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.”

— Robert H. Schuller (via quotemadness)

[satisfactiions]

[compulsive]

[mrsrileyy]

[devils-voice]

Ich mag die Tränen in deinem Gesicht

Lindemann

[a-wine-and-a-whiskey]

[terminusantequem]

Hermann Nitsch (Austrian, b. 1938), Schuttbild, 2013. Acrylic on canvas, 200 × 200 cm

[gillovny1013]

Gillian Anderson in Crooked House, 2017.

[nekroerotic]

[nature-porn]

[fallinyourtidalwaves]

full offense it’s disgusting when men spit on the ground

[tawbah]

growth is sometimes a lonely process

[arroserlavie]

“Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would have been to have never been born at all.”

— Heinrich Heine

[einhauchvonhass]

[lord-antony-deactivated20200223]

“Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten, Daß ich so traurig bin.”

— Die Lorelei, Heinrich Heine, 1822

[richardbrookofficial]

“Oben, wo die Sterne glühen, Müssen uns die Freuden blühen, Die uns unten sind versagt; In des Todes kalten Armen Kann das Leben erst erwarmen, Und das Licht der Nacht enttagt.”

— Heinrich Heine, Ahnung

[brightly-painted-canvas]

“They loved each other, but neither Would admit to the other they could: As enemies, they saw each other, And almost died of their love. In the end they parted and only Saw each other sometimes in dreams: It was long ago they had died, But they scarcely knew it, it seems.”

—

Heinrich Heine

“Sie liebten sich beide, doch keiner Wollt es dem andern gestehn; Sie sahen sich an so feindlich, Und wollten vor Liebe vergehn. Sie trennten sich endlich und sahn sich Nur noch zuweilen im Traum; Sie waren längst gestorben, Und wußten es selber kaum.”

I used a poem by the same author for my fic There lies the heat of summer, but you can’t tell me this poem isn’t the most Webgott thing you’ve ever read.