wingsofsylph
wingsofsylph
Current WIP: The Academics of Serpents & Starlight
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horror writer, game dev, dramione writer 🌙🦇♟️ Ao3: @ squigglybug
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wingsofsylph · 6 days ago
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Takako Ugachi: 'Quatre Saisons' (2020)
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wingsofsylph · 17 days ago
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“You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important. Art would not be important if life were not important, and life is important.”
— James Baldwin, Conversations with James Baldwin (via 5139321966)
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wingsofsylph · 23 days ago
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Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
- Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
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wingsofsylph · 23 days ago
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I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the thing he had put together. I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the working of some powerful engine, show signs of life and stir with an uneasy, half-vital motion.
- Mary Shelley in the introduction of her novel Frankenstein
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wingsofsylph · 2 months ago
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PNG of a collection I found on Pinterest
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wingsofsylph · 2 months ago
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Moonset, over the Cathedral of Linköping Sweden - Johan Kleventoft
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wingsofsylph · 2 months ago
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I love mushrooms. Wish I was a mushroom fr. Chilling with my mushroom girls, gossiping through the mycelium
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wingsofsylph · 2 months ago
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“I have left behind anyone who knew me. / Yet here I am — not much / of an escape artist after all.”
— —  Maria Takolander, from “Lullaby,” Addressed to Anne Sexton, Trigger Warning
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wingsofsylph · 2 months ago
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& in the morning, you cover your face with the shadows of ivy; smiling at the blood-soaked ruins of empire, & beg to sleep. & beg to sleep
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wingsofsylph · 2 months ago
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& in the morning, you cover your face with the shadows of ivy; smiling at the blood-soaked ruins of the empire, & beg to sleep. & beg to sleep
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wingsofsylph · 2 months ago
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the world & its incredible tolerance for violent acts; here & there, & everywhere; & in the morning, you cover your face with the shadows of ivy; smiling at the blood-soaked ruins of the empire, & beg to sleep. & beg to sleep
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wingsofsylph · 2 months ago
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we are all sinners
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wingsofsylph · 2 months ago
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please boost my book
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wingsofsylph · 2 months ago
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There is something so beautiful about reaching out to the monstrous with intent to touch it gently. To risk the sharp teeth and the lethal claws, to defy fear and revulsion, and choose to be delicate with something that can be, and often is, incredibly brutal.
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wingsofsylph · 3 months ago
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i admit it; i put the veil up. kissed you through it, made love to you through it. felt the gap beneath our bodies and exhaled. ah, this is why i speak to you in another tongue. to misspeak and call it misunderstanding. to fear and call it love.
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wingsofsylph · 3 months ago
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I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.
Daphne Du Maurier, from Rebecca
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wingsofsylph · 3 months ago
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take me back
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