Antique Harlot

ANTIQUES, ODDITIES & VICTORIANA.

[aubreeno]

Me *in a Victorian night gown rattling silverware at the edge of the woods*: come get y'all juice

Cryptids, collectively,: what the f u c k

[the-book-diaries]

“Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil (via the-book-diaries)

[mashamorevna]

“Why was I waiting for you? Hungering and thirsting for you in every cranny of my soul and even in my ribs?”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov. (via xshayarsha)

[aqua-regia009]

“Little bits of dried blood. One hundred marks upon the sheet. One hundred kisses in the dark.”

— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “Angel of Clean Sheets,”

[shisasan]

Benjamin Constant

[aqua-regia009]

[transfemmecabal]

“Cast yourself. You are the spell.”

— T. Thorn Coyle, Evolutionary Witchcraft

[dreamyvixen]

“You were knee-deep in blood, hip-deep in goddesses.”

— A. E. Stallings, from Archaic Smile; “The Wife of the Man of Many Wiles,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[bijoux-et-mineraux]

Roselite on Calcite - Bou Azzer, Morocco

[shisasan]

𝙳𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛, 𝚁𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚊 [𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟿𝟹𝟾]

[lilhottopic]

[saint-of-the-pit]

“Darkness preceded light and She is Mother”

— Inscription on the altar of the cathedral, Salerno Italy (via shrine-of-perdition)

[89words]

“She is like a divine being to me, who somehow likes being with me.”

— Bruce Adler  

[vodkaisthatyou]

“She was all hair and hips and hell.”

— vodkaisthatyou  (via wnq-writers)

[hotbloodlike-deactivated2019111]

“It’s a dark pain, this urge of wanting;”

— Forough Farrokhzad, from Sin: The Selected Poems of. F. F.; “Love Song,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[letheane-deactivated20200121]

“I love to see the sun rise blood-crimson.”

— Ezra Pound, from Complete Works: Plays; “Sestina: Altaforte,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[cc-reblogart]

Portrait de Nell Gwynn (détail) Simon Verelst, XVIIe siècle