* THE DEAD TRAVEL FAST,

Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot? But there are things old and new which MUST NOT BE CONTEMPLATE BY MEN'S EYES, because they know ——— or think they know ——— some things which other men have told them. Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain. • PRIVATE / SELECTIVE DRACULA FROM BRAM STOKER'S DRACULA . MOSTLY BOOK BASED WITH FILM INFLUENCES. POORLY WRITTEN BY COFFEE.

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*   𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮   𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 .

we’re   snooping   your   playlist .     put   your   writing   playlist   on   shuffle   &   list   the   first   ten   songs ,    then   choose   ten   victims     (   repost ,    don’t   reblog   ) .

001 .     the gate     ━    björk 002 .     canção do mar    ━     dulce pontes 003 .     they being dead yet speaketh    ━     jóhann jóhannsson 004 .     cenk   ( mustafa soundtrack )  ━     goran bregović  005 .     xen     ━     arca 006 .     color of blood    ━     chelsea wolfe 007 .     my life before me  ( portrait of a lady soundtrack )   ━     wojciech kilar 008 .     if love’s a sweet passion ( from the fairy queen )  ━     henry purcell 009 .     bulletproof love    ━     massive attack 010 .     suspirium     ━     thom yorke

TAGGED  :    @praecher thank u padre TAGGING  :     i feel like all m’pals have been tagged but if you haven’t DO IT.  honestly nobody’s going to listen to this depressing playlist this is for you boo yOU DO YOU

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people  believe,   thought   shadow.   it’s   what   people   do.   they   believe,   and   then   they   do   not   take   responsibility   for  their   beliefs;   they   conjure   things,   and   do   not   trust   the   conjuration.   people   populate   the   darkness;   with   ghosts,   with   gods,   with   electrons,   with   tales.   people   imagine,   and   people   believe;   and   it   is   that   rock   solid   belief,   that   makes   things   happen.

priv. & sel. shadow moon from american gods // book & show based // written by coffee

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in case anyone digs american gods i’m also @hebelieves

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Moon snakes, tongues of the dark speak like bones unlocking,

Margaret Atwood, from The Collected Poems; “Circe – Mud Poems,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“Vampire Hunters” by Wojciech Kilar

From Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

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tragedite‌:

   𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑯  —  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮       the way words coloured the air in muted shadows   ,   violent murky greys  ,  a pastel grief.   heavy with meaning.    hand extended  ,  a black clad  nightmare   reaching toward her.   leather as  sheath   ,  there to mask but not   DULL   the edge of fingers drawn to her. STACCATO   —  ALARM CLOCK HEART  a caricature of gentility  ,     a parody of tenderness   ,   an offering as demanding as any curse  ,   heart beat fast  ,  a heaving chest.   LUST  &  FEAR   reduced to common components.   &  yet !   there are many shades of desire  & understanding need not be held aloft on the wings of    tolerance.    IRISES AWASH   in halls unhallowed  ,  ground a wild abyssal womb of   darkest  nature.  there is a living breath ordained by creator  ,  heart an unfettered pulsing of chambers.  a vivid red-hot blood  ,  eyes cast downward to hand ever trembling    there is a pulse to this.  her spirit  ,  silver-wet  ,  wriggling.   she is alive.  she is alive.   NO LONGER CAST IN STONE.     she feels cracked open  ,  exposed as if naked  &  there is a difference between nude and NAKED   —-   the unabashed honesty of her stare.   the way she gilds her bones with a knowledge of self  ,  carries her onliness  tucked away in the crevice of her spine.   a secret    where no one may take it from her.   she supposes  , hopes  ,  that if she knows herself so well she cannot ever be naked.  STRIPPED   of name & voice.   CARRIED OVER A VESSEL.

A SCAR: proof of pain  ,  twin points of damnation twisted round the sinew of her flesh.  A SCAR:   as proof of healing.   would that hands ever trembling ,  lips made effervescent with prayer  ,  would be steadfast.   the echo of thought  ,  a cathedral of hymn in the voice of darkness  ,   a monstrousness of faith.  two rivers parallel  &  converging like veins into the heart of this. SWEETNESS OVERBEARING  ,  ripe to the point of   rot.   living to the detriment of life.  This garden of delights made disastrous.  pregnant silences  &  a crawling infinity  ,  threatening to devour.   fingers press to upturned palm  ,  hand to hand an acceptance of mocking consideration.  sharp angled face  &  burning eyes.   in time this horror will grow mild  ,   this darkness light.   an avid reader of   fairytales ,  an avid channel of faith.  she’d learned long ago:DRAGONS CAN BE KILLED.  smile presses to soft lip  ,  a heavy sodden grief shines in warm eyes.   “  who I   AM   ”   a lush sigh  ,  downcast eyes.   the present engulfed  ;  swallowed  by the hungry beast before her.  and what of who she will be  ?   “  no names to the future  ,  no words  ?  am I to be known simply as:  DEVOURED ?    "  

a honeyed patchwork of downtrodden hope  ,  sticky and lingering on her fingertips.  no cage to trap her in the nettles of speech.  as if language and it’s ever shifting-shape were not a love as ardent as any other she’d known.  ”  am I to be cast into nothingness possessed only of your will?  I was created free  ,  and free do I wish to remain.   “

her hand eventually laid against his. slowly did the count’s long fingers surround hers, falling over her soft skin like horrible dark shadows, teasing her with the promise of tenderness and care. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀. nothing to pump empathy or mercy into his veins. all which could exist in a creature like him was THIRST.                    HE WOULD DRINK THE WHOLE WORLD DRY. his gaze fell upon her neck, searching for the marks that had been left there. proof that she too would soon learn what it meant to be truly EMPTY.     ❝    what pretty lies you wear.   ❞   the count spoke so softly it was almost cruel. he would pull mina closer to him, not with the violence of their previous encounter, for she now belonged to the same side as he ( even if unwillingly ) but with the patience of a lover. her friends could never understand what she was going through, could never aid her with the PAIN ... but dracul could.

   ❝   where is this freedom you speak of ? is it in the name our darling jonathan has branded into you?  ❞   holy matrimony was so highly praised in this modern society of theirs. WHAT AN HONOUR it was for a woman to be wedded, to be dressed in white with pretty frills, to have her family name eradicated from the books ... to serve her husband and give HIM the gift of life. dracula too had married. but in his land, in his time, the barbarism of marriage was made well-known. in london, this ritual was sold to adults like fairy tales to children. dracul’s free hand dragged itself across mina’s ribs, feeling the life STILL PULSATING underneath her flesh.    ❝    in these garments which restrain your sighs ?  ❞   one hand kept its’ grip upon mina’s ... but the other continued to explore her frame, snaking along the curvature of her torso, stopping at the end of her back, the tips of his fingers curling up against the fabric with claws that ached to 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄.

     ❝                    perhaps in the depths of the body even you dare not touch?  ❞     his voice, despite being a whisper, sounded louder than the wind itself. they stood there, still, like a two lovers ready to commence a waltz. but dracula was no lover ; he teased mina with the ABSURDITY of her hopes and dreams. taking them between his claws and SQUEEZING THEM against the palm of his hand until they SNAPPED.  

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me: dracula being a charming extravagant dandy that goes to all the fun parties, kissing the back of ladies’ hands and giving them the look™ , being super focused on the stranger crying on the stair’s life story, being super open minded about everything, finding beauty in everything and everyone ( to the point it gets a bit problematic ), probably taking part / starting orgies, being the person you’re not very close to but that you feel like you can tell anything to.

also me: dracula spending weeks hanging on a wall like a reptile without moving, glazed stare, never really having a full conversation with his brides unless it’s through hisses and growls, dracula sitting still for so long he actually gains dust and cobwebs, having rooms with piled up remains rotting and getting eaten away by flies, him screaming at the top of his lungs while naked and covered with blood, summoning storms from his balcony through war cries that no one remembers anymore.

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❛ it’s real enough. ❜

 * 𝙼𝙸𝚃𝚂𝙺𝙸 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 : 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽

        ❝     accuracy or lack thereof is not what weakens you, spirit.  ❞      he’d met it many many years ago. enough time had passed for more than a hundred lives to have bloomed and been ripped by the root. to find the creature which had HAUNTED HIS HOMELAND in unison with him in this NEW MODERN ERA felt neither sweet nor bitter ; the idea of sentiment was lost in dracul. eternity brought with it the curse of PREDICTABILITY. every person met held the same desires and fears those from the past had once owned. every beautiful woman was a reflection of a corpse decomposing somewhere beneath them, every man’s resistance to him as pathetic as it was a hundred years ago. and although this creature was unlike anything he had ever WITNESSED , the threat of repetition lingered above its’ odd head too.    ❝    in your excitement you’ve gotten yourself involved in these children’s games. you’ve created a RELATIONSHIP with them.  ❞    the count didn’t bother to practice any of his usual humanlike rituals around it. without his gloves his horrible SHARP HANDS were visible, and his eyes bothered not follow the movements of his brightly coloured host ; there was something REPTILIAN in his stillness.

  ❝     you are connected. and connection requires knowledge.  ❞    the moon lingered over them. starlight and sewage waste coexisted within the same realm. the count, despite his expensive outfit, didn’t seem to bother how much of his suit got stained with FILTH … nor did the deformed creature by his side. they too managed to coexist under the same veil && they too seemed to be aware of that which brought TRUE FEAR UPON COMMON FOLK ;

    ❝                   cât de reală poate fi această frică?  ❞   

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧.

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when u clean do you prefer to use vacuums cause they also suck or

he h hEh he hhe

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      *  there is something wrong here / can you not feel it ?

                                        private, temp. dash-only madame blanc from suspiria (2018),                                                                         as envisioned by gale. 

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The strength of the vampire is that people will not believe in him.

Dracula | 1931 | dir. Tod Browning

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Nothing stays dead in this town.

*  𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙺 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 : CLOSED .

                       𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ;  there they stood , dark shadows in a corner , perfectly still as the rest of the city’s inhabitants walked through their busy lives. the fog served as a curtain ; it separated THOSE WHO LIVED FROM THOSE WHO WATCHED.       ❝    you wish to see death, doctore ?  ❞      there was some cruelty to be found there , in the count’s inquiry , a touch of irony for jonathan reid to remember him by . whether the englishman liked it or not , he was now part of him. the stench of good intentions clung to the doctor’s skin but so did that of blood. those who had been damned belonged next to DRACUL. for they were doomed to follow the path he had built ; doomed to follow THE GREAT DRAGON in his unholy war against the sun and all of its’ children. they could fight it, most did, but denying one’s role in the world would only bring more MISERY                  𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐎𝐅. one dark leathered hand snaked its’ way to rest upon the other man’s shoulder. it stayed there, heavy and malicious, keeping jonathan from following any urges that might entice him to JOIN THOSE ON THE OTHER SIDE. 

    ❝    then perhaps you should behold yourself.  ❞      

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MITSKI LYRIC / SENTENCE STARTERS. send in a lyric accrued across all five of mitski’s lp / albums.  or send 🌹 to have a random number generated to get a starter that incorporates the corresponding lyric!

content warning:  suggestive themes.

❛  in the rearview mirror i saw the setting sun on your neck, and felt the taste of you bubble up inside me. ❜

❛  every time i drive through the city where you’re from, i squeeze a little. ❜

❛  but with everybody watching us, our every move, we do have reputations. ❜

❛  i always wanted to die clean & pretty. ❜

❛  he liked her more than life itself, i’m sure. ❜

❛  of course, you couldn’t know it was you and you alone. ❜

❛  so come inside and be with me, alone with me. ❜

❛  i wouldn’t have to scream your name atop of every roof in the city of my heart, if i could see you. ❜

❛  i don’t need the world to see that i’ve been the best i can be. ❜

❛  one warm summer night, i’ll hear fireworks outside, and i’ll listen to the memories as they cry. ❜

❛  we nearly drowned for such a silly thing. ❜

❛  if i could i’d be your little spoon and kiss your fingers forevermore. ❜

❛  everything you feel is good, if you would only let you. ❜

❛  i’m not happy or sad, just up or down, and always bad. ❜

❛  i haven’t told anyone just like we promised, have you? ❜

❛  i will wash your hair at night and dry it off with care. ❜

❛  i will see your body bare, and still, i will live here. ❜

❛  stay with me, hold my hand – there’s no need to be brave. ❜

❛  all the quiet nights you bare, sal them up with care. ❜

❛  we’re not out of the tunnel yet, i bet you though, there’s an end. ❜

❛  i say your name in hopes you’ll hear it in the stars. ❜

❛  one morning this sadness will fossilize, and i will forget how to cry. ❜

❛  i told him i’d do anything to have him stay with me. ❜

❛  when you go, take this heart – i’ll make no more use of it when there’s no more you. ❜

❛  what do you do with a loving feeling if the loving feeling makes you all alone? ❜

❛  tell your baby that i’m your baby. ❜

❛  i know that i ended it but why won’t you chase after me? ❜

❛  you know me better than i do. ❜

❛  i want a kiss like my heart is hitting the ground. ❜

❛  you’re coming back and it’s the end of the world. ❜

❛  went to your room thinking maybe you’ll feel something. ❜

❛  you can come closer, i’ll let you hurt me how you choose. ❜

❛  i’m tired of not loving you. ❜

❛  i always want you when i’m finally fine. ❜

❛  i’m staying up late just in case you come up and ask to leave with me. ❜

❛  i don’t wanna go home yet, let me walk to the top of the big night sky. ❜

❛  i don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands. ❜

❛  i don’t think i could stand to be where you don’t see me. ❜

❛  they’ll never know how i stared at the dark in that room with no thoughts like a blood-sniffing shark. ❜

❛  i should tell them that i’m not afraid to die. ❜

❛  you’d say you love me and look in my eyes, but i know through mine, you were looking in yours. ❜

❛  we’re starting over and i love you darling. ❜

❛  all i wanna do is get naked in front of you. ❜

❛  you know, you made me happy. ❜

❛  i just need a quiet place where i can scream how i love you. ❜

❛  give me your love for being so good. ❜

❛  take me out, baby, makes no difference where we’ll be. ❜

❛  fuck you and your money, i’m tired of your money. ❜

❛  you know, i wore this dress for you;  these killer heels for you. ❜

❛  went to your room thinking maybe you’ll feel something. ❜

❛  there’s a lie that i told you. ❜

❛  i would give you my heart, i think. ❜

❛  my heart wants to hold you, but i know the rules.  ❜

❛  my god i’m so lonely. ❜

❛  you’re home to me. ❜

❛  if i am not yours, what am i? ❜

❛  i don’t need anything other than you. ❜

❛  would you let me let go? ❜

❛  i don’t blame you if you want to bury me in your memory. ❜

❛  don’t dare regret anything. ❜

❛  would you just tell me what i’m meant to do? ❜

❛  i’ve waited and watered my heart til it grew; you can see how it’s blossomed for you. ❜

❛  maybe when you tell your friends, you can tell them what you saw in me. ❜

❛  i don’t want your pity, i just want somebody near me. ❜

❛  could we be what we’re meant to be? ❜

❛  i know no one will save me, i’m just asking for a kiss. ❜

❛  nobody butters me up like you and nobody fucks me like me. ❜

❛  are you waiting to touch me? ❜

❛  would you tell me if you want me? ❜

❛  i’m not wearing my usual lipstick, i thought maybe we would kiss tonight. ❜

❛  i know who you pretend i am. ❜

❛  why not me? ❜

❛  there’s nobody better than you. ❜

❛  would you spare me your voice if i called? ❜

❛  i hope you leave before the sun comes up so i can watch it alone. ❜

❛  i think my life is losing momentum. ❜

❛  i can’t move until you show me. ❜

❛  you’re all i ever wanted;  i think i’ll regret this. ❜

❛  i’m tired of wanting more;  i think i’m finally worn. ❜

❛  somebody kiss me, i’m going crazy. ❜

❛  it would be a hundred times easier if we were young again. ❜

❛  i’ve been blossoming alone over you. ❜

❛  your mother wouldn’t approve of how my mother raised me. ❜

❛  i could stare at your back all day. ❜

❛  you’re the sun, you never see the night and you hear its songs from the morning birds. ❜

❛  i am the fire and i am the forest and i am a witness watching it. ❜

❛  you love me so hard and i still can’t sleep. ❜

❛  you’re growing tired of me, and all the things i don’t talk about. ❜

❛  sorry i don’t want your touch;  it’s not that i don’t want you. ❜

❛  it’s just that i fell in love with a war;  nobody told me it ended. ❜

❛  every night, baby, that’s where i go. ❜

❛  why am i lonely for some lonesome love? ❜

❛  i hear my heart breaking tonight;  do you hear it too? ❜ 

❛  i want a love that falls as fast as a body from the balcony. ❜

❛  please hurry leave me i can’t breathe, please don’t say you love me. ❜

❛  i’ve been anywhere and it’s not what i want, i wanna be still with you. ❜

❛  you have a way of promising things. ❜

❛  you’ve turned down every hand that has beckoned me to come. ❜

❛  it’s not real enough. ❜

❛  i will be the one you need, the way i can’t be without you. ❜

❛  i need something bigger than the sky. ❜

❛  i need somebody to remember my name after all that i can do for them is done. ❜

❛  how many stars will i need to hang around me to finally call it heaven? ❜

❛  i just can’t be without you. ❜

❛  can you come to where i’m staying and make some extra love? ❜

[lifeinpoetry]

I am hunger.

Vaslav Nijinsky, from The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky (Unexpurgated). (via traumnas)

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Mister Dracula can you show me how to live forever? Changing bodies every new millennium is hard work.