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“(…) a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.”
— Bram Stoker, from Dracula (via adrasteiax)
Baek Sehee, tr. by Anton Hur, from I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki
[Text ID: “The important thing here isn’t whether you are being loved, it’s how you will accept the love that comes your way.”]
every friend group should include…
[ Text ID: I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched. ]
Vogue Italia Aug 1993 - Demi Moore by Michel Comte
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]
Robert McGinnis in vivid color
My father is reading me this story and sometimes it is just a story and other times it is his story, his history, he is sharing a sadness with me, an unfairness done to him that he cannot express,
Richard Siken, from Brothers & Beasts: An Anthology of Men on Fairy Tales
when jenny slate said “domesticity is very sacred to me. making a home is… it’s just, like, the central thing in my life. when I cannot make a home, even in a hotel room, I feel really lost. putting everything in a certain place on purpose. not just, like, throwing shit down. but putting everything in a certain place on purpose and starting to sort of figure out how the trains run, basically. like, what are the paths? what are the paths in the house that you’re going to take the most and what can you line those paths with? or, in the hotel room, like, where are you going to put your journal and your book, so that you’re just starting to create little pathways in this garden and that they mark that space? I just take it really seriously. it’s sort of like… it’s so sweet, it’s sort of like when you see children playing a game and you know they’re marking out a world. and they’re like, “this is where the dungeon is! and this is where the kitchen is in the castle! and this is where the-“, and you can’t see anything but the backyard but they can see everything. that’s what i’m doing and i’m doing it all the time. all the time. and it’s always there. even when I get into a car, I think about where i’m sitting and how i’m sitting and what i’m touching. and I just try hard to do that.”
“After wearing black in mourning, she realized how much she liked the color. She added a string of fake pearls to her hair that resembled dewdrops, as though she had been out all night killing people.”
— When We Lost Our Heads, Heather O’Neill
— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)
*does a gay little unethical scientific experiment that challenges God*
Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein illustrations by Bernie Wrightson part 1
victor frankenstein is like “i’ve been hunted by the vilest of creatures” and the vilest of creatures is crying alone in the woods