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Look. lost.

[girlfleeshouse]

The girl cannot leave the house because the alternative is worse.

[seaymph]

“I think I am the victim of a dream.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947–1955 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[petaltexturedskies]

Fernando Pessoa, from "English Song" in A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems

[thewisecrackingtwenties]

Barbara La Marr´s corpse. 

The girl who was too beautiful to live died in 1926 in obscure circumstances. Her drug and alcohol abuse and her agitated lifestyle contributed to her death. Being one of the early super-beautiful stars and Mayer´s favorite, she was later honored by having her last name passed to another super beautiful woman: Hedy Lamarr.

[sacred-portal]

[olive-pit123]

[bloodykittypaws]

[sevenpartsroom]

cemetery on the hill, 2025

[oeut]

“That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land. The fog and the sea seemed part of each other. It was like walking on the bottom of the sea. As if I had drowned long ago. As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea. It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost.”

— Eugene O'Neill, Long Day’s Journey Into Night

[saisons-en-enfer]

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[der-unverantwortliche]

Le Revenant

Comme les anges à l'oeil fauve, Je reviendrai dans ton alcôve Et vers toi glisserai sans bruit Avec les ombres de la nuit;

Et je te donnerai, ma brune, Des baisers froids comme la lune Et des caresses de serpent Autour d'une fosse rampant.

Quand viendra le matin livide, Tu trouveras ma place vide, Où jusqu'au soir il fera froid.

Comme d'autres par la tendresse, Sur ta vie et sur ta jeunesse, Moi, je veux régner par l'effroi.

— Charles Baudelaire

The Ghost

Like angels with wild beast's eyes  I shall return to your bedroom  And silently glide toward you  With the shadows of the night;

And, dark beauty, I shall give you  Kisses cold as the moon  And the caresses of a snake  That crawls around a grave.

When the livid morning comes,  You'll find my place empty,  And it will be cold there till night.

I wish to hold sway over  Your life and youth by fear,  As others do by tenderness.

— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil(Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

[mercurieux]

[1o9]

[crumbargento]

[plant-scans]

Barn owl, Life on Earth, David Attenborough, 1979

[anasteros]

Emotion, 1966

[oniri-que]

The Seventh Seal (1957)

Ingmar Bergman