Spooky Lil Things

Sara // She/Her // Vampires, Dark Aesthetics, memes and my own art

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[monstrousdesirestudy]

This sunglasses company called Gargoyles used to have a motto that said “let a gargoyle sit on your face” which, without context, would have certainly made monsterfuckers disappointed when they found out it was for an eyewear company

[spookymuenster]

"Haunting" by Sara Ranlett on INPRNT

[conan-doyles-carnations]

Can’t believe Bram Stoker once sent a 2000-word fan letter to Walt Whitman which included his exact height, weight and how much he loved his poems and wanted to be friends with him, and that Whitman wrote back saying he liked his letter and hoped they could meet some day, how cute is that

And then he finally got to meet him and Stoker said “I found him all that I had ever dreamed of, or wished for in him” HOW CUTE IS THAT

[thecollectibles]

Art by Maéna Paillet

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Torino

[julia-loves-bette-davis]

[spookymuenster]

Oooh inspiration

[sweetd3lights]

All rights reserved by @_ryan_kerr

[salwarremade]

don't be afraid of the dark!

[desology]

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[spookymuenster]

Oh what a lovely photo of my air bnb

[theminttu]

Essek, Five of cups

Upright – sadness, guilt, regret, isolation Reversed – help, healing, forgiveness, acceptance

[philocalistmelomaniac]

[hellsite-yano]

I think more creators should openly tell their fans to fuck off and stop being weird

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dark academia / winter

• waking up in your warm bed, seeing the condensation on your windows & looking out to see all the snow that fell down during the night

• wearing your softest slippers to go get the post in the morning & noticing the thin layer of ice on the pavement faintly cracking at each step all the way to the mailbox where you pick up the newspaper that still smells of fresh ink

• making a big cup of ginger tea, wrapping yourself up in a thick blanket & reading prose in the soft armchair by the fireplace

• listening to j. s. bach’s oratorios while practising chess – you don’t quite know how to play yet, but you are determined to learn

• the fire crackling softly in the library as you are working, black ink sliding feverishly on thick, cream paper, to finish your very last essay before the holidays

• the cold, sharp air hitting your nose when you step out of the door & the smell of fresh snow all around you

• draping a long, warm scarf around your neck one more time as you look up to see delicate, light-as-feather snowflakes falling from the bright blue sky

• ice-skating on a frozen lake in the woods & taking breaks to drink warm cocoa, holding the warm cup in both hands to warm up your fingers

• feeling the little tingling on your cold cheeks as you get back inside, wearing your warmest wool jumper & putting up fairy lights

• drinking mulled wine out of an old russian tea glass & feeling the warm liquid make its way to your stomach as you are reading poetry about the darkness of winter out loud with your closest friends

[fivevotesdown]

In my defence, the moon was full and I was left unsupervised.

[thinumbra]

Silent Hills (P.T.)