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@stygii
Hi! I wanted to let everyone who follows me I've moved to @les-roses-du-mal 🦇
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happy halloween! here is a ghost duet
I love this so much. I always play it when it comes on
how cute
David
A symbol of perfection, the ideal male figure.
One of the most important themes in Female Gothic fiction is the freedom granted to women, as Moers states “[Women] can scuttle miles along castle corridors, descend into dungeons, and explore secret chambers without a chaperone, because the Gothic castle, however ruined, is an indoor and therefore freely female space”.
Overlook Abbey: Whispers of the Female Gothic in Stephen King’s The Shining, Justin Montgomery
an 1800s vampire (fashion):
velvet ribbons, high collared silk blouses, plum or mulberry coloured lipstick, over the knee boots, gaudy ruffles, sheer black shirt over a lacy bralette, jewels such as rubies or emeralds as a necklace or earrings, winged eyeliner and shaped brows, pearl hued gloves, lace up corsets, long faux fur trimmed coats, full knee length skirts, satin chokers, pinned up curls, golden lockets with a photo of old lovers…
additional: a greyhound or great dane, mist shrouded castle, darkly witty intelligence.
we all michelangelo painting the sistine chapel ceiling
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stressed, broke, gay
idealized version of myself has hair down to my waist, pearl earrings, and a long white lacy nightdress that trails several feet behind me. also i am barefoot and there are bloodstains on the dress (not my own) and it is nighttime
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Dunfermline Abbey
Corridor in Gloucester Cathedral, United Kingdom.
Every town has one. The spooky house that all the kids avoid. Ours was Thornhill, the Blossom family’s mansion, with its very own graveyard. And trapped within its walls like some gothic heroine, was Cheryl Blossom.
Cathedral of Prague, Czech Republic
“Perhaps I set the house on fire; but that’s as my fancy goes.”
Latin: Fortasse ignesco domum, sed est quam mea phantasia eat.
Greek: σχεδόν ἔφλεξα τὸν οἶκον, ἀλλά ἐστί ὥσπερ ἡ ἐμοῦ φαντασία ἐκβάλλει.
—Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (1847)
Anguished Dark Academic:
Let tears fall from your beautiful, sad eyes. The drops falling onto the paper as the words of your poem become smeared.
Allow the edges of a former lover’s letters become singed by the fierce flames of the fireplace. Throw in dead roses while you have the chance, aswell.
Listen to slowed down Hozier songs as you feel your heart break more and more.
Wear a black turtleneck sweater with pleated trousers, accented with jewelry beautiful enough to make the Gods themselves jealous. They’ll envy your beauty and confidence
Bite into an apple as if you are proud to doom all of humanity
Let your lovely locks rest in a gorgeous mess.
Wear gloves. Whether it be lace, leather, or any other material: wear them. To walk into a room and attract the attention of common folk and steal the show, adjusting your hand into your glove as if plotting an evil deed. Revenge is tasty, no?
Let the heels of your shoes tap the floor of a dark, damp cathedral and cause the innocent to tremble with every step
Allow your enemies to drowned in the sea of your overwhelming hatred. Their blood, dripping from the tips of your fingers.
Give your trench coat the honor to flow behind you as you walk. Letting the wind take it with each gust.
Carry an old, withered book in your antique satchel. Inside, it beholds a hidden dagger