#the howl

[lifeinasmalltowninjapan]

Tina Aumont

🎥 L'urlo (1970)

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Samhain –The Howl

[thegirlwithherheadintheclouds]

AAWOOOOOOOOOO

AAAAWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[sideburnsandmelancholy]

" Did you hear that howl ? " (from Elinor)

Heathcliff had been up late once again, unable to fend off the nightmares, the cold sweats, the banging on his bedroom window.

Let me in!

As he walked down the hallway idly, half of his candle melted down and over his and, he heard a soft female voice.

Miss Dashwood, one of his new tenants staying at Wuthering Heights. She was odd but well meaning, not that Heathcliff cared. Her family was rather annoying, but their money was coming in and that's what truly mattered. As he stopped, he turned slowly to see the young woman standing with face pressed against the thick glass of the bedroom window.

Upon hearing her query, he swallowed slightly with a huff.

"No, and if you know what's best for you, you would draw the curtains and go to bed at once." He lied, continuing to make his way outside to go for one of his early morning walks.

@niksnarration

[dare-g]

The Howl (1970)

[dogwithglasses]

what’s up everybody!! it’s been about 4 years since my last issue but i finally published a brand spankin’ new issue of my kin zine The Howl!! it’s pay what you want (including $0) and it’s got a little essay and a drawing from my friend Polybius! it’s 14 pages plus the cover and i think it’s pretty good if i do say so myself! if you want to help contribute to the zine, please don’t hesitate to contact me! i don’t have a concrete date in mind for issue 7 but i am already putting together ideas for it so hopefully it won’t be too long!

[agnesvardas]

Tina Aumont in The Howl (1970) dir. Tinto Brass

[williamfuld]

"There is a human slaughterhouse

Up on the hill, the road is red

And those who ignore

And those who pretend

It does not exist

End up in its hall

My blood goes to work

I hear the howl

There is a grove of bleached bones

Where lupins vomit children's limbs

Taking all their liberties

With parts of human anatomy

And in the hollow of a restless soul

Lies no remorse and no disgust

Every kill is clean and pure

Every thought is cleansed in growls

There is a grove of tortured forms

Where all is dark and deeds are foul

And those who ignore

And those who pretend

That the howl is a joke

Their children lie dead

My blood goes to work

I hear the howl

And then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

(There is a human slaughterhouse

Up on the hill

The road is red)

And then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

(And those who ignore

And those who pretend

It does not exist

End up in its hall)

And then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

Blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

Blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

Blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl

And then my blood just goes to work

And then I hear the howl”