fred og idyl FUCKING LARM OG KAOS

[iaintnopapaya]

Disney Princesses as sloths.

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but why

[star-shine]

why not

[slaa-ihjel]

Hvorfor skal jeg dømmes for rent faktisk at have et hjerte?

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[edgarvilhelm]

"Danse Macabre" (A Poem)

On this night, in the Devil’s hour, The corpses rise and walk the streets. Phantoms surf the air as the living cower And the rivers, rough, begin to bleed. A curse takes hold and the king falls; His queen and heir, knelt over, sob. The reapers host this hellish ball Known by the title of “Danse Macabre”. Five plagues descend upon the land: Sickness, darkness, death, madness, and famine. The priests flee to their chapels to clasp their hands, Oblivious to the reality that naught shall happen. The silver moon turns red By the mortal blood that stains. The ritual continues among the dead; With the curse unbroken, Danse Macabre eternally remains.

[the-lonely-recluse]

Le Danse Macabre When Death starts to dance He creates a merry trance The pixies go and prance When Death starts to dance When Death starts to reap He often goes too deep The wraiths go and weep When Death starts to reap When Death goes to play He oft gets his way The sprites begin to say When Death goes to play When Death goes to kill He gets an awful thrill The Shades begin to shrill When Death goes to kill

The Lonely Recluse. (via the-lonely-recluse)

[keiththesurvivor]

[gegallas]

“Danse Macabre” by G. E. Gallas

Copyright 2015 by G. E. Gallas

[liquidnight]

The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it’s when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it’s when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It’s when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there’s nothing there…

Stephen King, Danse Macabre (via liquidnight)

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Totentanz nach Scherenschnitten von Walter Draesner (1922)

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The Signs of the Zodiac from “Namsing Thanarit”