darkobssessions
darkobssessions
Dark Obsessions
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★faery in the fertile crescent. lover of the macabre, the taboo and the mysterium. the dark, the deep, the ugly, the discarded, the divine, the visceral. Eccentric, passionate, bridging death and life.★ www.darkobssessionspoetry.tumblr.com
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darkobssessions · 5 days ago
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Alexander Kostetsky (1954-2010)
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darkobssessions · 5 days ago
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L'Autre Côté (The Other Side) Dean Cornwell, 1918
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darkobssessions · 10 days ago
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This cursed mindset.
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darkobssessions · 26 days ago
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Ireland, West Coast, County Kerry, 1988 by Harry Gruyaert
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darkobssessions · 26 days ago
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art parallels Letters to Milena | Franz Kafka On The Seashore | Hanuš Knöchel Lovers | Pál Szinyei Merse Spending More Time, The Warmth of The Sun | Ron Hicks Returning Home | Alex Venezia Vampire | Edvard Munch
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darkobssessions · 29 days ago
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The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
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darkobssessions · 29 days ago
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to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die
from John Keats’s love letter to Fanny Brawne Tristan and Isolt (Death), Rogelio de Egusquiza The Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets over the Dead Bodies of Romeo and Juliet, Frederick Leighton Death of Francesca de Rimini and Paolo Malatesta, Alexandre Cabanel
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darkobssessions · 1 month ago
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darkobssessions · 1 month ago
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Mary Oliver, "From The Book of Time." Devotions
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darkobssessions · 2 months ago
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Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from  “Women who Run with the Wolves,” published in 1992
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darkobssessions · 2 months ago
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Wow, I deeply and achingly want to live.
Just like every human being on this planet, this urge inside me, met or unmet, explored or unexplored, that drives us to fight, to hide, to seek and to relish.
I didn't think that one of the core components of life past the 20s would be becoming aware of that need and struggling to realise it. I thought I wouldn't want to be, forever.
And now it's not that I want to be, forever. It's that I know in a way we are. Across dimensions and realities and energies that never really die. And that also, this particular life is fleeting.
And I'm terribly aware of all the moments I am spending it not truly alive. Not just spending time on the mundane, that can be meditative in and of itself. But engaging in activities and behaviours that actively rob me of connection, presence and meaning.
We have let our lives become artifical and I still dream of taking it all back and making the realities I dreamed up when I was younger real. I deeply and meaningfully want to live. And that means momentary discomfort saying no to instant gratification. Feeling fear and taking actions.
It means being human, and human isn't just can rub two brain cells together so can use technology and dominate earth. Being human means soul. It means feeling and thinking deeply. It means connection and creativity and brilliance.
I want love, as we all do, but the kind that links us all together and takes you out of yourself. And the space and peace for the love I have for patterns and special interests to unfold.
I want the space to live the life I was born to. The courage to pursue it. The tenacity to stick with it. The bold clarity that shows me the directions I need.
I want a wakeup call because it's been long enough that I've slumbered in this winter of the soul. If you sit in rot for long enough you start to decompose.
And I've realised I wanted to preserve something old and halt that process. But what's clear is, the old has to die for the new to come in.
May we be brave enough to let go of the old in order to start really living. Soulfully, loudly, deliberately.
I want to live and I want a good life for every single human being on this planet.
That takes guts and soul. I've been so incredibly depressed for a large portion of my life thinking of what a task, and what barriers.
And the other half of me, the dreamer side of me, has been the raging optimist. The visionary that can see a way through.
I'm at a crossroads and I'm choosing life because if you don't, you choose nothingness and contrary to popular belief, you are responsible for the dissociative destruction.
Open yours and be real and be here and see what needs to be done and do it and weep and speak up for the people and make it loud and clear that we will not roll over and die we will not give over in peace we will not let our futures be dictated by the abyss.
I've stared in long enough and I've realised I don't see me there. I see me in the eyes of a child and the tenderness of the animals and the softness of the forests and the gentleness of rain.
We are going to make it. And I really want to make it better.
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darkobssessions · 2 months ago
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darkobssessions · 2 months ago
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Mahmoud Darwish - “Memory for Forgetfulness” 
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darkobssessions · 2 months ago
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darkobssessions · 2 months ago
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May 23rd, 2025
The people are under siege.
The people cannot eat, they're caged in, controlled and starved by a group of doting psychopaths, that make sure their wings are clipped and tied so that they never feel free.
But the caged bird remembers and the caged bird sings, and all cycles end.
Balance will be restored and tens of thousands imprisoned, and the millions displaced, will see justice done.
There will be peace, there will be unity, when those that fabricate unrest are exposed.
You can't kill for peace, you can't starve for belonging.
And if you're oppressed, you sure better hope you can resist, because it means you're still alive.
The longing will never die.
The ancient genes don't lie.
Your game is up, you arguments are fluff and if you still think and say these things in the face of all the evidence then you're either too ignorant to understand or psychotic.
We need less of that, because your cheering it on, tax dollars and complicity are fueling the military industrial complex and the whims of the elite to grind humanity into the ground.
We will resist, we will rise.
My prayer today is that you see the lies.
Not far to look if you wanted to understand.
I pray you try, but even if you don't; we're millions strong, soon to be more.
These warmongering entities have an end that is coming.
Join humanity in the fight against depravity, or go down in history as the unwilling minority.
Either way, a new dawn breaks.
How wonderful to be human, flawed, and capable of growth.
We can all admit we are wrong, and learn and grow.
One day soon, if you already don't, you will know.
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darkobssessions · 2 months ago
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Strasbourg Cathedral
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darkobssessions · 2 months ago
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