mystae

void my essence, chaos is my presence

[majestativa]

Be spiritualised, carnal beauty; and be realised, intellectual phantom.

REMY DE GOURMONT — The Angels of Perversity, transl. by Francis Amery, (2011)

[venustapolis]

Evening landscape with ruins (Ferdinand Knab, 1891)

[the-enchanted-little-star]

[digitalfossils]

Your Computer (1993)

[997]

Ms* Gloom photographed by Morganne Boulden for Dazed Digital

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

And all silent, all still, but for the murmuring of the waves.

— Angela Carter, from “The Bloody Chamber,” Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories (Penguin, 1997)

[hyperions-fate]

Stranded among the shoals of a fading utopia, the exile builds anew from ancient shipwrecks and the tattered cartography of the dead.

[mona-l1sa]

[majestativa]

Bloom in terror’s grace.

BUDDHADEVA BOSE (বুদ্ধদেব বসু) — Selected Poems of Buddahadeva Bose, transl. by Ketaki Kushari Dyson, (2003)

[buttwaveofficial]

[worldscoolest]

[jarrive]

Paris Petridis. The Void and the Country |Terrace, Garden City, Cairo. 2010.

parispetridis.com +

[heaveninawildflower]

Cheiranthus Cheiri (Bloody wall flower) 1778 by Mary Delany.

Collage of coloured papers, bodycolour and watercolour, black ink background.

© The Trustees of the British Museum.

Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) licence.

[heaveninawildflower]

June calendar page for 1898 with a kneeling figure picking flowers surrounded by plants and butterflies by Theo Nieuwenhuis.

Rijksmuseum.

Wikimedia.

[webhoards]

[worldsandemanations]

“There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.” ― Hazrat Inayat Khan

[enemiiess]