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the poppy war by rf kuang/ on earth we're briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong/ the sword of kaigen by m.l. wang/ descendant of the crane by joan he

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Paulo NOZOLINO

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“Ancient and vicious, luscious as dark velvet. It blooms in you, a poppy made of ink.”

— Margaret Atwood, The Door (via le-immorte)

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“deathly pale, her lower lip ashen and trembling, her large, black eyes glittering like fire (...)”

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Crime and Punishment

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there’s nothing wrong with girls who come back from the dead stronger than they were before & they eat human flesh now. like it’s normal it happens all the time

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The Lure (2015) dir. Agnieszka Smoczynska

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D. E.

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“When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with. I was convinced of people’s need of illusion.”

— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. I: “November, 1933”

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song of the fox, margaret atwood

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when shakespeare said hell is empty and all the devils are here and when lord byron said venture to unmask man’s heart, and view the hell that’s there and when sartre said hell is other people and when shelley said the devil is — what we are

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a kafka quote that kept me awake at night

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“Your beauty made me sick. I could not look at you without feeling like I had somehow sinned. And I could not look away. I needed to remember something of me. But you had murdered any story there was of me. All that remained, was you. The haunting story of you. Was it love I felt, or rage?”

— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via hapless-hollow)

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“She wasn’t a reflection. She was real. She was real. I ran as fast as I could. My whole life, I’ve felt like she’s still coming for me.”

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒 : 𝙺𝚈𝙽𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙰

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those cosmic horrors are beyond YOUR comprehension. i get it tho

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Suspiria (2018) // Accursed Possession

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Vivien Leigh photographed by Gordon Anthony, 1938.