gothicam
Living Dead Girl
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"I find beauty in the grotesque and macabre"
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gothicam · 17 days ago
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More photos of Père Lachaise that I had forgotten about in my camera!!
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gothicam · 17 days ago
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gothicam · 17 days ago
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gothicam · 17 days ago
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the levels of cunt they’re serving in this photo,,,,fucking astronomical
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gothicam · 23 days ago
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Beginnings bring the lightness of hope, the freshness of the unknown and the pulse of the unexpected that can happen. These are promises, lines not yet written, an open horizon before us. Already final, they carry the weight of what was experienced, the cutting of what is closed and the longing for what can no longer be touched. While beginnings invite us to dream, endings force us to remember. They confront us with the fragility of time, with the certainty that everything inevitably comes to an end. It's not the emptiness of the end that hurts, but the echo of the memories it holds. Each farewell is a small death, a renunciation of what was and that, in a way, we still want to continue to be. Maybe they are difficult because endings never belong entirely to us. They take away something that, however brief it may have been, was part of us. And maybe that's why they hurt so much: they force us to be witnesses of the ending, while we still long for the beginning.
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gothicam · 23 days ago
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Beginnings bring the lightness of hope, the freshness of the unknown and the pulse of the unexpected that can happen. These are promises, lines not yet written, an open horizon before us. Already final, they carry the weight of what was experienced, the cutting of what is closed and the longing for what can no longer be touched. While beginnings invite us to dream, endings force us to remember. They confront us with the fragility of time, with the certainty that everything inevitably comes to an end. It's not the emptiness of the end that hurts, but the echo of the memories it holds. Each farewell is a small death, a renunciation of what was and that, in a way, we still want to continue to be. Maybe they are difficult because endings never belong entirely to us. They take away something that, however brief it may have been, was part of us. And maybe that's why they hurt so much: they force us to be witnesses of the ending, while we still long for the beginning.
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gothicam · 23 days ago
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Sometimes loving someone feels like throwing up, maybe I should just love silly kittens forever
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gothicam · 24 days ago
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The Enchanted City (1922)
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gothicam · 1 month ago
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Elvira’s “Macabre Mobile”
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gothicam · 1 month ago
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loving the silly things in life is what makes me live, being excited to go to a cemetery, eagerly awaiting the release of a movie, being happy to see a crow. It's the little things in life that take away our bitterness
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gothicam · 1 month ago
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Père Lachaise ♡♡
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gothicam · 1 month ago
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Montmartre —
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gothicam · 1 month ago
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It must be so bad to hate me, modesty aside but I'm one of the sweetest person you'll ever meet
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gothicam · 1 month ago
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my nails look a little like claws, it's so cute
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gothicam · 1 month ago
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— Bony nails
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gothicam · 1 month ago
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GINGER SNAPS (2000) dir. John Fawcett
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gothicam · 1 month ago
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What's the point of being beautiful on the outside if you're disgusting on the inside?
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