sleep has his house

we'll have a drink for nothing to regret

[francescadetomaso]

[scarydarkdeathdorks]

Dead Can Dance

[em-htiw-klaw-erif]

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Policy of Truth - Depeche Mode

“Never again is what you swore the time before”

[reelhorror]

Suspiria (1977) A Visual Examination in Red

[vegan-market]

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[galsterart]

Batushka

Photo: Dagmar Geiger

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Mgła -  Exercises in Futility V

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"A Keepsake" Lyrics

It’s Wednesday, so time for the next set of lyrics! This song is called “A Keepsake”. It is a very Michigan song, so you might have to google some things, haha. Hope you enjoy it!: When I was eight or nine, I took a trip up north with my brother, my father and my uncle We woke up early and packed bagged lunches and cans of pop into a cooler, and drove to a canoe rental in Mesick We split up in two canoes I imagined us as Lewis and Clark, charting acres of unspoiled land as the Manistee opened up like a canvas We crawled at a slow, lazy pace and reached the landing as the sun began to slide behind the horizon, and pulled our boats ashore It was still warm and we were exhausted so we jumped into the water to cool off, as my uncle launched into a speech about the history of the Petoskey stone and how rare it would be to find any here Then he reached into the river bed and pulled one out on his very first try We spent the rest of our time trying to find another one but came up empty-handed

[thebadluckbird-deactivated20200]

I have seen this world as a great howl of pain I have seen this world as a great ocean of blood I have seen this world as the acme of suffering I have seen this world as the great disappointment I have seen this world as the great zero gape In which all our hopes flicker out

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[andreii-tarkovsky]

by Mark Neil Balson

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Lia Pavlova for Numéro China October 2015 by Sofia Sanchez & Mauro Mongiello

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No one is illegal!

[structuresfromsilence]

Why kid ourselves, people have nothing to say to one another, they all talk about their own troubles and nothing else. Each man for himself, the earth for us all. They try to unload their unhappiness on someone else when making love, they do their damnedest, but it doesn't work, they keep it all, and then they start all over again, trying to find a place for it. "You're pretty, Mademoiselle," they say. And life takes hold of them again until the next time, and then they try the same little gimmick. "You're very pretty, Mademoiselle" And in between they boast that they've succeeded in getting rid of their unhappiness, but everyone knows it's not true and they've simply kept it all to themselves. Since at that little game you get uglier and more repulsive as you grow older, you can't hope to hide your unhappiness, your bankruptcy, any longer. In the end your features are marked with that hideous grimace that takes twenty, thirty years or more to climb from your belly to your face. That's all a man is good for, that and no more, a grimace that he takes a whole lifetime to compose. The grimace a man would need to express his true soul without losing any of it is so heavy and complicated that he doesn't always succeed in completing it

Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the end of the night

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