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the room i live in was originally supposed to be a storage closet, so every 15 minutes the motion sensitive light turns off and this happens

the flailing keeps me humble

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“Take the lover who looks at you like you’re some kind of magic. -”

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Frida Kahlo. (hellish-daddy)

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I didn’t know there was another way… till I found Alice. Now, she’d seen me coming, of course. You kept me waiting long enough. My apologies, ma'am. I don’t know what I’d have become without her. Alice Cullen & Jasper Hale in The Twilight Saga (2008-2012)

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I understand your grief; even time does not always heal this kind of pain.

— Frédéric Chopin, from a letter to Auguste Franchomme wr. c. August 1848

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“I came upon twin fawns in the display case of a mom and pop toy and science store in kansas city, missouri. it took me two years to win the trust of the shop owner and save the money to buy them. a taxidermist spotted a dead deer by the side of the road. he stopped to properly dispose of the body and realized she was pregnant. he opened her and found near full-term twin fawns, he removed and preserved them.  Deer rarely have twins and the taxidermist retained the uterine gesture of their bodies. i built them a vitrine with a light blue base. their prematurity exaggerates the delicacy of an incredibly sweet thing. the points of their hooves, the length of their lashes, the spots of their hides, nose to small nose in an ur-cartoonish realism … viewers’ eyes trick them into believing the fawns are breathing. the tragedy of beauty is its transience.  The twins live forever in their own demise. they are sleeping beauties. they have been muses since i first saw them. We dress death in lilies and bronze the names of our dead sons on walls. we erect altars of toys and hold candlelight vigils to express hope. my twin fawns sleep endlessly on their baby blue block in my studio. the twins never opened their eyes yet their wondrous fatality evokes an acceptable alternative to death.”

-Peregrine Honig

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“Years of love have been forgot in the hatred of a minute.”

— Edgar Allen Poe.

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Inspired by Bernadette Banner’s Masque of the Red Death ballgown, which in turn is inspired by Edgar Allen Poe. [Speedpaint video of this is coming soon]

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Him: I didn’t murder anyone I swear!

His heart under the floor:

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gothic fiction is the sexiest literature genre.

there, i said it.

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