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not2menotifitsyou · a month ago
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Part of me will always be stuck in that apartment
Amanda Grace//Louise Glück//Paisley Rekdal//Taylor Swift//unknown source//Amanda Grace//Susan Sontag//Emilie Autumn
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comfortablynumb · 3 months ago
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“You are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world and that, I believe, is why you’re in so much pain.”
and
“I think you know how to love better than any of us. That’s why you find it all so painful.”
and
“I thought if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.”
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“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend I had none.”
and
“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
all currently have me in a fucking chokehold
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glorious-destruction · 24 days ago
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"You,” he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain."
Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
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lilly48 · 28 days ago
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I am full of suicides, of rotting corpses, of brittle skeletons, infecting the living parts of me. I am dead, though I do not die.
~Emilie Autumn
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thatstephanie · 2 months ago
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get-thee-to-the-asylum · 8 months ago
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sectumsempraxz · 4 months ago
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Emilie Autumn - Enchant (2001)
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thatbitchsimone · a month ago
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nanshe-of-nina · a month ago
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Favorite Songs || Emilie Autumn, part I
Across the Sky Love goes on/ But time does not return again/ Across the sky/ I will come for you if you ask me to/ Demystify your uncommon dreams/ Stranger things have come true..
The Art of Suicide The art of suicide/ Nightgowns and hair/ Curls flying every which way/ The pain too pure to hide/ Bridges of sighs/ Meant to conceal lovers’ lies..
Chambermaid I’m not your chambermaid/ You’re not my lord/ All the fine games we played have left me bored/ I never want to see you come around my castle/ ‘Cause I just can’t afford to love you/ I’m not your chambermaid/ You’re not my lord...
Dead Is the New Alive Dead is the new alive/ A gothic play revival/ The last act of the show/ Give in, give in, give in, give in/ You play the game/ You’ll never win/ So take me now or take me never/ I won’t wait/ You’re already late/ So say goodbye or say forever/ Choose your fate/ How else can we survive?/ Dead is the new alive...
I Want My Innocence Back And I demand/ You put my heart back in my hand/ And wipe it clean/ From the mess you made of me/ And I require/ You make me free from this desire/ And when you leave, I’d better be the innocent/ I used to be...
Marry Me When dining on peacock I know I won’t swallow/ Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow/ We’re coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger/ Or at least until husband finds someone younger/ Yes, fertilization is part of my station/ I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation/ Of sons who will run things when I’m under covers/ But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover’s!
Opheliac Studies show... / Intelligent girls are more depressed/ Because they know what the world is really like/ Don’t think for a beat it makes it better/ When you sit her down and tell her/ Everything’s gonna all right/ She knows in society she either is/ A devil or an angel with no in between/ She speaks in third person/ So she can forget that she’s me...
Rose Red Rose Rose Rose Red/ Will I ever see thee wed?/ I will marry at thy will sire, at thy will/ ... Rose Rose Rose Red/ Will I ever see thee wed?/ Only if you can capture me...
Shalott She’s locked up with a spinning wheel/ She can’t recall what it was like to feel/ She says, “This room’s gonna be my grave/ And there’s no one who can save me, “/ She sits down to her colored thread/ She knows lovers waking up in their beds/ She says, “How long can I live this way?/ Is there someone I can pay to let me go?/ ‘Cause I’m half sick of shadows/ I want to see the sky/ Everyone else can watch as the sun goes down/ So why can’t I?
Thank God I’m Pretty And when a gaggle of faces appears around me/ It’s lucky I hate to be taken seriously/ I think my ego would fall right through the cracks in the floor/ If I couldn’t count on men to slap my ass anymore/ I know my destiny’s such/ That I must stocking and curl/ So everybody thinks that I’m a fucking Suicide Girl...
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repulsive-doll · a month ago
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memoryslandscape · 8 months ago
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I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.
Emilie Autumn, from The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls (The Asylum Emporium, 2009)
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sewercentipede · 9 months ago
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metamorphesque · a year ago
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When Maggie Stiefvater said You are made of dreams and this world is not for you and Emilie Autumn said You are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.
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shefightslikeagirl · 3 months ago
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TBT — Emilie Autumn and Lady Joo Hee
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lilly48 · a month ago
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I am full of suicides, of rotting corpses, of brittle skeletons, infecting the living parts of me. I am dead, though I do not die.
~Emilie Autumn
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fangedprince · 3 months ago
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i want to know just what it is about dark cabaret as a genre that produces the most god awful women and why they made such bangers but only before 2010
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get-thee-to-the-asylum · 6 months ago
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