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Werner Wilhelm Schuch - Der reitende Tod über dem Schlachtfeld

Der müde Tod (Fritz Lang, 1921)

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zaatanna

‘I THINK I MIGHT LIKE YOU.’ draculisa / gretacard parallels.

nyxshadowhawk

Alucard by @Qgailz

lightbrand

maria said it’s my turn on the xbox

lemonlimecakepie

nyxshadowhawk

Alucard by Betty Jiang

jupiter-suggestion

we are growing. we are changing. we are untaming each other, in the same breath that we learn ourselves. together we are wild. together, we are free.

vilestblood

“I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.”

— Charles Bukowski (via rawcolorado)

klassizismus

Vanitas Still Life (details). By Edwaert Collier, 1662

wastrident

They say that witchers don’t feel anything… but I’ve felt something for a few people, and they are all dead. Why? People are monsters. Why am I supposed to defend them? Foul race. It’s not always like this, Geralt. There are good and bad people. You usually meet the evil ones on your path. It’s the path of fighting… violence and aggression. You were forced to walk it. But there is more… love , friendship, poetry. They are like pearls, diamonds, they are rare and thus so valuable. If someone is close to you, then it’s worth it to live. What more can I say? I’m not worth much, but friendship doesn’t have any price. It’s disinterested.