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#gothic romanticism
ginasdiary · 27 days
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Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw
~ David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
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weirdlookindog · 1 month
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"Un de ces longs bras glissa par l’ouverture"
Alphonse de Neuville (1835-1885) - Long Arm Glided
Illustration from Jules Verne's "Twenty thousand leagues under the sea", 1870
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nightmarishbeauty · 8 months
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-Photographer, Gina Iacob.
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ladymacabre13 · 2 months
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sagradofemenin0 · 3 months
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in-herbones · 1 year
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Another of my newest creations. Boiled wool blend, all hand beaded, distressed silk taffeta neck pleat🖤
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unamazing-sheep21 · 6 months
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How every Gothic Heroine is a little neurodivergent in some way
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This is how I imagine Byronic heroes have to take care of their girls
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listranz · 14 days
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ofbrokenstarlight · 9 months
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they fear blood, calling it bringer of death i crave it, for it's taste brings me back to life
- lune
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fatalforesight · 1 year
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something about gothic deaths… sickness that lasts for weeks and ends with blood stained sheets, days and days of being shut away from everyone that loves you. drowning (perhaps even by choice) in the waters you played in as a child. heartbreak so deep, so sudden, so chilling that it stops the blood flowing in your veins long enough to begin cardiac arrest. mysteriously found stabbed in a haystack. impaled on the spiral tower of a mansion you found on a foreign moor. hypothermia in the woods in the middle of winter, starvation in the streets of an English ghosttown, cut to death on the thorns of a hedge maze, struck down by a monster of your own making. idk. i just think they’re neat
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ordeals · 5 months
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horrorheights · 4 months
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“I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.”
- Jane Eyre
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weirdlookindog · 1 month
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"Le poulpe brandissait la victime comme une plume"
Alphonse de Neuville (1835-1885) - Brandishing it's Victim
Illustration from Jules Verne's "Twenty thousand leagues under the sea", 1870
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nightmarishbeauty · 8 months
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“you’re pretty” yes but am i hauntingly beautiful? if dracula saw me in the streets of romania, would he be so mesmerized by my beauty; that he would start writing a bunch of poems about how much he craves my body and my blood?
-Bloodfangs on tw
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ladymacabre13 · 2 months
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sagradofemenin0 · 8 months
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Lizz Lopez, painting in Oil
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