Ever Mors

Deb Caletti, The Story of Us

— I wanted to be close to his | April 5, 2016 | 09:36 (via my-typewritten-thoughts)

   and there the children of dark night have their dwellings, sleep and death, awful gods. the glowing sun never looks upon them with his beams, neither as he goes      up into heaven, nor as he comes      down from heaven. and the former of them roams peacefully over the earth and the sea’s broad back and is kindly to men; but the other has a      heart of iron, and his spirit within him is      pitiless as bronze: whomsoever of men he has once seized he holds fast — and he is hateful even to the deathless gods.

the threshingfloor wovenhand // to kill all kings sol invictus // the woods san fermin // pretender sarah jaffe // wayfaring stranger johnny cash // conversation with death berzilla wallin // the black angel’s death song the velvet underground // keep the streets empty for me fever ray // thanatos soap&skin // scarewulf munly and the lupercalians // trollabundin eivor ///

Martha Brockenbrough, The Game of Love and Death

— skipthisvoid (via kharrisdawndancer)

“Acıyı bir gülümsemenin ardına saklayan kimse.”

Working on subtle shifts in expressions while getting back into the groove of doodling

— Benjamin Clime, “Pomegranate I.” (via oofpoetry)

something old, something new.