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[deathandmysticism]

Cannibalism during the Livonian War, 1571

[deathandmysticism]

Ramón del Valle-Inclán, La laámpara maravillosa, ejercicios espiritualis, 1916

[centuriespast]

BECCAFUMI, Domenico The Annunciation c. 1545 Oil on wood SS. Martino and Vittorio, Sarteano (Siena)

[loneghosts]

When will I meet someone who is gentle w my heart

[enchantedbook]

‘Allegory’ by Louis Moe, 1940

[deathandmysticism]

Manly Palmer Hall collection of alchemical manuscripts, 1500-1825

[inneroptics]

Dream of transformation -Steven Arnold

[nocturnaldhampir]

[galeru]

Vincent Desiderio, Hitchcock’s Hands, 2012 oil and mixed media on canvas.

[palestbaby]

self destruction 

[g63heavenonearth]

Allegheny Cemetery 91820-20

[enchantedbook]

Death and Psyche by Feliks Jablczynski, 1908

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Howlin’ Wolf par Jean-Pierre Leloir.

[deathandmysticism]

Pinocchio, the adventures of a marionette, 1904

[newvision]

— Bob Dylan from When the Deal Goes Down on Modern Times (2006)

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse Susan Sontag, from Reborn: Early Diaries 1947-1963

[aiiaiiiyo]

1889 - The O’Halloran sisters, armed with poles and boiling water, fended off the officers evicting their family during the Irish Land War. Check this blog!

[steveyockey]

What a journey this life is! dependent, entirely, on things unseen. If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.

I know we often lose, and that the death or destruction of another is infinitely more real and unbearable than one's own. I think I know how many times one has to start again, and how often one feels that one cannot start again. And yet, on pain of death, one can never remain where one is. The light. The light. One will perish without the light.

James Baldwin, “Nothing Personal.” 1964.