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me when i realize my sh addiction is actually addictive
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mournful night, attractive night
your dark beauty obsesses me
#psychonaut 4#nyctophilia#blackmetal#lifelover#dsbm#swedish dsbm#darkthrone#storm of the light's bane#dissection
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The Castellated Abbey for The Masque of Red Death by Poe
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“ It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea. “
Edgar Allen Poe, Annabel Lee
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“𝔄𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔤 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔰.”
Silvana Amicone, Yohanes Dicky Yuniar, Dipan Kumar Rout, Jamie Hagan
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im not casual i will carve your name into my skin
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