#poetic horror

[tralr]

If you’re interested in what happens when a witch embodies and replaces a family member working in an intimate rural community and begins experiencing life from that perspective, you won’t be alone.

[madeinheaven2008]

[storm-and-starlight]

you know, I think the real genius of TAD is that they can have lines like "and I'll sing silence and ask my glass of wine for guidance", which is just... so lovely and poignant and poetic and managed to perfectly capture about five different emotions in a single line, and lines like "I'm gonna go home and dress my cat up like Batman 'cause he's awesome like me" not just in the same album, but in the same goddamn song.

[poemsunderthetree]

I met someone today who

Raised the hair on my arms

Exuded tremendous

Malice

Each second

Marched on slower

Bringing us closer in

Earnest

Readying myself

He walked closer

I felt my

Soul

Egress out

Yet still shadow hides his

Eyes from

Sight

When he passed

Every sense

Rushed back

Echoing sounds

Bounced around

Loudly

Overlapping

Over the crowd around

Dazed I

Realized I had feinted

Everyone looking

Down

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Robin Phillips and Peter Cushing - Tales from the Crypt (1972)

[yharnam-art]

Visual for shows of black metal bands : Silhouette and Houle

[rotinmycore]

there must be a way to reverse this fate.

[crimeronan]

i've spent the past couple days using videos/podcasts about cave diving accidents to relax/meditate/doze/etc. bc then i don't have to follow a horror fiction plot. the craziest part tho is that Every Single Video will be LITTERED with comments like "i just don't understand why anyone would do this??" and i'm like.

you..... you don't feel it.....?

these videos DON'T give you a desperate desire to go to diving school and get certified in cave diving so you can go drown in some inaccessible pocket of unyielding stone dozens of feet below the surface....?

[mrtoronosposts]

Reaper art is just something ain't it?

[moeblob]

Not pictured is Asmo compaining about not being able to afford a chicken coop while in the saloon and then deciding "may as well buy this man a pizza" and then handing Shane a pizza on his birthday (accidentally. I didn't even remember it was his bday).

And that's how Shane decided "ok I've known this man for 24 days and he has given me two pizzas. I /guess/ I can give him a dance at the flower festival". Which. Hey, why don't frontal refs exist of the male outfits at the flower festival (to my knowledge). Take weird bright blue jackets I guess???

Fun fact ft Asmodeus♡ file being a messed up wild trip down heart event lane! So far, Shane is at 8 hearts. I have viewed the events in this order: 4, 2, 7 (part two, where he's filming the vid), 6, 7, then 8. I think it describes them perfectly to be completely out of order and messing up and also very fond of each other anyway.

[itcamefrombeneaththeblog]

I Want To Be Your Monster

You sit alone like a perfect

Haunted

Doll.

Eyes wide,

A painted smile on your face.

Rings on your hand,

Like relics adorning a goddess

Of death.

I want to give you that

Spark of life

That will light your eyes as if caught in

Blazing flame

Of lust and love.

I want to tear you asunder,

Remove the chains,

That fools put on you bearing

Labels of false gods,

And impotent idols.

You will not have to beg this beast,

To ravage the fear,

Push out the doubt

Eviscerate your lonliness,

And be your dark shadow

Standing by your side,

Against the world.

I want to be your monster.

And at night,

In the quiet of sleepless morning,

I'll crawl into your bed,

The warmth of our fury for each other

Carrying us through,

As in my arms you dream.

[feeblefont]

Pray for me lord

The prodigal daughter turned silent and seething

Crawling back, on hands and knees, to her faith

Have you ever seen a girl so dismayed that they grovel on the steps of a catholic church ?

Our father which art in heaven

Hollow is my chest

White knuckled grip on the rosary

Hail mary full of grace

Oh how you have raised me

My mothers love was unfettered anger

Memories tainted by crying in a nuns lap

Her habit stained bloody by sinners regret

Hours spent in the confession box, guilty for being human

Missing the pain

Anything would feel better than sitting here a festering in my own futile fight

Father forgive me

Your sermon flows like holly creek

A gaping hole in the middle that I sink into, baptizing this filthy skin

Unaware of the dangers lurking beneath

Hurt rings so deeply in my chest, humming proverbs to knock loose this cloying sickness

Reciting proverbs

Falling victim to temptations of the flesh

Scrubbing bile off the floor, knees bruised and knuckles wet with heaving sobs

But you accept me at your altar for a moment longer

And when the days turn into months of you not seeing me, I will be back

With the world on my shoulders and repentance in my heart

And one day it will heal me

Or one day it will end

Either way, forgive me father

For I have sinned

It has been 562 days since my last confession

And I pray it is my last

[swampthingking]

the thought of cracking the spine of a book makes kevin nauseous. he like opens it just enough to see the words and holds the book at such uncomfortable angles to read— anything to keep the book pristine and intact. he does not let people borrow his books because he is a control freak (as a term of endearment) and does not trust them to take care of them the way he does.

and andrew is the complete opposite, cracking the spine as soon as he opens it. he annotates in pen. he dog ears the pages because who the fuck has time to find a bookmark. he throws books out of anger. he throws them at aaron for fun. he lets them get smashed and torn in his bag. he always keeps them, he just prefers them to look like they’ve been read.

[yasantiekspresi]

Ghastly Phantasmagoria

An elatingly divine harmony,

A delightfully glorious ceremony...

Oh, would a wooden stake pierce my fragile heart;

A spellbindingly wicked animus, enough for I to fall apart.

Poem By: yasantiekspresi "The Nightmare" Henry Fuseli

[myersesque]

idk how to explain the pure disabled joy and whimsy i felt watching lawrence shove hoffman down w his cane for the first time, but it was palpable

[charlie-artlie]

not what that means ART