The Black Hand

-Satin in a Coffin

fuckyeahdementia:

lovely

Lamanonera:

and plainly put; life tends to be a bit like this.

Shadows by Joe Pease

oldbookillustrations:

Seven days I drove along the dreary deep
W. L. Taylor, from The Holy Grail, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Boston, 1887.
(Source: archive.org)

Seven days I drove along the dreary deep

W. L. Taylor, from The Holy Grail, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Boston, 1887.

(Source: archive.org)

oldbookillustrations:

… Or a screech owl

Arthur Rackham, from Hansel & Grethel & other tales, by Brothers Grimm, New York, 1920.

(Source: archive.org)

we serve our own particular brand of poison, every time we stroll out, every time we close that door, and that drink is freshened up whenever gazes cross pathes.

ikilledjackjohnson:

R.I.P Ian Curtis

15 July 1956 - 18 May 1980

i love how spiteful people get when they get burned

buttfactory:

“relationship” is just a fancy word for a competition between two people to see who likes the other less

Dali actually had something to do with this shortie

semi-conscious in an opium den-dim room. i still allow my mind to wander.