Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice

Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma

Lots of daggers 🗡️

David Lynch et Isabella Rossellini par Helmut Newton, Los Angeles, 1988

𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑢𝑛 🌕

𝑊𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦．． 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 [𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛☽☾]

Nosferatu aesthetic

Florence Welch photographed by Autumn de Wilde, 2022.

Mary Shelley, from Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus

Lillian Bassman #photography Wonders of water (c.1959)

𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 [𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢]

Nestled between your collarbone and jaw, I find my refuge. Your arms cradle me in quiet peace, your scent fills my lungs, your soft kiss on my head lulls me to sleep— and with each breath, I fall further into you, trusting you to keep me whole.

𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟．

Your daily horoscope: Today you will feel like a stalactite - hanging on, slowly expanding over time, and mostly left in the dark.

𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑓𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑠

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒

It's ok to not feel ok. It's ok to let your fangs and claws grow ragged. It's ok to live like a feral forest creature. It's ok to disappear into the fog, for a day or a lifetime.

𝐻𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟． 𝐻𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒． 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡，𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜．

𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛： 𝐼𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒． ☽ ☾

You are not alone. Somewhere out there, in a forgotten corner of the old forest, creatures of ancient malice are dreaming of you and thinking of ways to bring you back to the dark realm of faerie where you belong. Take comfort in that.

“It is is better to know one book intimately than a hundred superficially.” — Donna Tartt, The Secret History

handwritten rough draft of sylvia plath’s “sheep in fog” poem

You are important. You are strong. You belong. Your antlers are fierce. Your fangs and claws are sharp and ready. Teach the world your name.

♡︎ 𝑖 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠

𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅.

𝐼’𝑑 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑．．

— virginia woolf.

i want to share a memory with you. a place from a long time ago.

𝐿𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑒𝑢𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑒𝑠． [𝑳𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕]

blue hour

Life advice: - be kind - tip well - read banned books - let moss into your life - sleep like it's going out of style - exercise once every thousand years

As the castle crumbles around us, will you join me in haunting the ruins? We'll become the spirits that others whisper about, flitting from the dusty library to the dark attic, rattling our chains and singing songs of ancient gentler days.

Slow down. Take time to notice and enjoy the small things in life, like the way tulips shiver in a spring breeze, or a twinkle in the eye of the kraken as it devours your sailing ship whole.

Virginia Woolf (January 25, 1882 – March 28, 1941)

i'd recognize you in a crowd by the speed of my heartbeat and the ache in my stomach

𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒏𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑. 𖤐𖤐

reader by simon leclerc.

Most economists agree that by the time you're 50, you should own: - two enchanted daggers - one square mile of the moon - a hovercraft capable of outrunning the law - a ghost filled minor castle on the moors How are you doing?

🖋️🦴 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜.

janet fitch, from her novel titled "white oleander," originally published in 1999.

unholy matrimony, nona limmen.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔 𝑖 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡.

Don't work harder or smarter. Work darker. Use your knowledge of black magic to call upon the old gods. Turn all CEOs into newts & ferns. Cover all office buildings in moss & wildflowers and let the raccoons have them. You deserve a rest.