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This Blog Has Been Archived!
You can find Mort over at his new blog.
AN ANNOUNCEMENT
// I am going to be archiving this blog and moving things over to a clean slate. I really miss Mort but there’s just too much clutter here. Further detail to come.
// Mort’s new blog is still under construction, but it can be found at the same url as before (sans the “-archive” bit of course).
AN ANNOUNCEMENT
// I am going to be archiving this blog and moving things over to a clean slate. I really miss Mort but there’s just too much clutter here. Further detail to come.
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outofgraves: { I am lurking and clearing my dash. Let the unfollow spree commence. }
Collection of lachrymatorys (or lachrymosas), these tear catchers or tear vials - sometimes worn on a necklace, sometimes merely held - were used to gather the tears wept by mourners at funerals, to hold the tears of people mourning the passing of loved ones. One type of lachrymosa had a special top which allowed the tears to evaporate (signifying the time to stop mourning), others had a sealed top to allow the tears to last for a year, at which point they would be poured on the grave of the person whom the tears were wept for, Victorian era, 19th Century.
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1.) Mortimer is absolutely convinced that Graves will eventually befriend his dog Brutus, and silently refuses to put her up when he visits because of this. It works out, as she is rather well behaved.
2.) The first invitation to the revived A&S for a party was handwritten by Mortimer to Graves , after Henry asked him if there were any houseguests he’d feel comfortable having over for champagne and a touch of music.
3.) Mortimer keeps in regular written correspondence with the elder director, trying to send a letter or a card once a week as he was taught by his father to ‘stay in good favour with one’s friends’.
4.) The day after Angie died, Mortimer came to Mr. Graves’ funeral parlour to borrow supplies that his father would have ordered, but wasn’t able to before he died. Truth is, he was having numerous attacks at the time and needed to take a break from the embalming. This was before he knew Mortimer Graves. He did not mention his father’s death during this visit.
It is terribly quiet quiet quiet.
Everything is tidy as ever, unmoved, but a thick layer of dust lies like a feathery pall. Sable swallows alabaster, bones wrapped in moth food.
Homes are for the living, not for corpses.
Peter Cushing | 1957
Cedar Grove Cemetery, a 19th century burial ground in the coastal Connecticut city of New London, in the fog, December 2015.
She wraps her lithe arms around Mortimer's midsection, holding him from behind. "You'd gone quiet. I missed you."
A cold breeze lazily tossed the tattered ends of of his long black overcoat to and fro. The wind and the light drizzle had turned the air frigid, but the man did not seem to mind. A faded hat was pulled down over hazel eyes that were just as lack luster. His clothing hung on his body as if it had been tossed onto a bare skeleton and not a creature that was still of flesh.
The touch startled him. He gave a start, his muscles going rigid before he realized whose voice accompanied the gesture. Narrow shoulders slumped now, a sigh like the wind escaping thin, pale lips.
“I apologize.” Mortimer’s voice was quiet, distant, somber, and he did not turn to look upon her.
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by Lex Gorlov
Woods of Ypres- I Was Buried In Mount Pleasant Cemetery (x)
My very first ventures with gouache and I’m really liking it! This is a piece inspired by mourning lockets that were popular during the Victorian era. Inside the lockets people would keep a memento of their deceased loved ones, which was typically a lock of hair. This painting is very small, only 3x3" and displayed in this gorgeous frame!
Anything by Aubrey Beardsley is quirky and sad. It’s like he’s trying to be all ‘memento mori, bitches’.
http://8tracks.com/kisslock/slow-dancing