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vorpalfae · 4 months
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gothyween · 2 years
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𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆 𝖇𝖞 𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖓 𝖑𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖚🖤🍷
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"You said I killed you— haunt me, then! Be with me always — take any form— drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!"
Emily Brontë, from, "Wuthering Heights," originally published in 1847
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hauntingfaerie · 11 days
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𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔦 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔬𝔡𝔞𝔶 🕸️🖤
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supervisionx · 2 months
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NONE OF YOU WERE GOING TO TELL ME THIS EXISTS HELLO???
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blue-ribbon-sparkler · 6 months
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heathcliff : "look at this boy that I've ruined completely, I love him more than my own, what a shame I hated his father and now he must suffer for it without knowing while loving me like a friend"
"and now look at my son, pride is not the word I'm looking for let's hope he doesn't die before marrying his cousin so I can have my dead lover's husband's money"
*nefarious laugh without any regrets*
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charmmsydiary · 26 days
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Carmilla & Laura art piece I did for my literature class 🦇♥️🏰
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modernhybrid · 2 years
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zdezintegracja · 6 months
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lilithreb0rn · 5 months
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God is dead.
God is dead.
I killed Him with my bare hands, or maybe it was with a stake. Perhaps nails.
The details evade me,
but the image of His body laying with the dust do not.
It fills my mind and my dreams - a constant reminder that He is no more than the dust on his feet, or the worms passing through the soil. 
 The ribs that he made broke through my skin, it pierced through every layer - His own creation was folding in on itself.
If my God is dead - then I’ll die with it.
Without my God there is no religion,
there are no rituals,
there is no room in my mind for the birth of thoughts that weren’t devotion,
no room in my mouth for theme of my tongue to be of anything else
no room in my veins for a liveliness that wasn’t predicated on the will of my God
Maybe in my death I’ll feel my spine
and the way it bends
when I am carried to my grave,
or the way it curves, succumbing to the pressure of dirt
However it may move, I hope I’ll die knowing it wouldn’t break.
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666candies · 6 months
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alexfrap · 10 months
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Carmilla and Laura from the homonym gothic novel Carmilla (1872) by J.S. Le Fanu
This is one of the illustrations I realized last year for a queer independent magazine <3
Carmilla is considered the first example of lesbian vampire, a very debated representation of lesbianism both in good and bad, although I have to say I really liked it and just wanted to draw a hot vampire ladyyy
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gothyween · 1 year
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𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖐 ; 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 🖤🕯️
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itsagrimm · 5 months
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when the fandom is so niche that even tumblr has no entires on it ;_;
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jeanlouiecastillo · 6 months
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“Count”
by Jean Louie Castillo, 2020
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macne-nanna · 1 year
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