Keegan

Bone dust and nothing more. Caution: Sometimes I re-blog color. I claim no images unless otherwise stated.

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• As Above, So Below •

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• You Will Forget Everything •

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“You say you felt a presence, but I only sensed an absence. A vague pain without a source. I was like a patient who cannot tell the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.”

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

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Exist - 1

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“How far away you are, perfumed paradise,”

— Charles Baudelaire, tr. by Richard Kutner, from “Sad and Vagabond,”

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Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992)

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All time fav

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“The heart is also the cemetery.”

— Paula Bohince, from Swallows & Waves: Poems; “Spider Web,”

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Object

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— Yves Olade, “Self Portrait as a Hairpin Turn”

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‘Mikrokosmos’ by trace-dusze

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The Chaos Was Created Out Of Nothing

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☽ dark, horror, eerie, macabre ☾

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“You could have had me forever if you had wanted me,”

— Iris Murdoch, from “Under The Net,” published c. September 1954

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Salts & Ashes