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29

Aug

Pretty much the only cover version of this song that I like: Bela Lugosi’s Dead (Undead is Forever) by David J with Jill Tracy

Dew-spangled spiderwebs? Delicate and gorgeous. It’s the creators of them that make me run screaming.

Dew-spangled spiderwebs? Delicate and gorgeous. It’s the creators of them that make me run screaming.

scottheim:

36 Gothic Romance Paperbacks

gothtriggers:

ratak-monodosico:

Peter Murphy, frontman of the legendary post punk/goth band Bauhaus, modelling for Maxell`s iconic early `80s audio cassette UK ad campaign. The music that blows him away in the ad was not of Bauhaus but Modest Mussorgsky`s classical masterpiece "Night on Bald Mountain" (though the use of Bauhaus design elements, like the Le Corbusier LC-2 armchair and the specific flat, can definitely be perceived as hints for the “insiders”…).

Watch the ad, here.

In reality he’s being summoned by some teenagers at a sleepover.

IT MIGHT HAVE WORKED, OKAY? WE HAD TO TRY.

(Source: fitzrobert)

towalkthisworldalone:

My goal is to be as adorable as Carolyn Jones’ Morticia but as fear-inspiring as Anjelica Huston’s Morticia.

enginesinrepair:

Bloody Fairy Tales ;  Little Red Riding Hood 

In the deep dark forest you will find a young, beautiful girl dressed in a cape the colour of fresh blood and the crimson moon. She lures travellers in, all scarlett smiles and longing looks. There’s a wolf, she whispers as you follow her further into the darkness, it has fur darker than the abyss, yellow eyes all the better to see you with and a big mouth with the sharpest teeth you’ve ever seen. You’re screaming and your blood is splattering the ground like spilt wine when you realise too late. She is the wolf. She is the big bad wolf in the deep dark forest and she has swallowed you whole.

Scenes from around the house, witchy version: my altar, ongoing spellwork, and a close-up of my large moss terrarium.

humoristics:

These gifs prove that bats are actually really cute

You can see the rest of them here

I think we could all do with seeing some adorable fuzzy bats right now.

28

Aug

radiatorheaven:

Betelgeuse’s resume

radiatorheaven:

Betelgeuse’s resume

I love lipstick. I want to write an essay about the politics of lipstick. I like lipstick that’s deep, deep red. I like lipstick that’s purple, lipstick that’s black and dark for when I want to dress up my melancholy. I like sharing lipstick with sisters. and I laugh at boys that think I wear lipstick for them to notice, I laugh, lipstick is an art you can’t ever understand. from picking out a color, testing it on the inside of my wrist, pursing my lips during the application of it. I like when I kiss a baby and leave lipstick on their cheek, when you hug someone and leave lipstick on their shirt, when it gets on your teeth and you use your tongue to get it off, when you sleep in lipstick and wake up with it on your pillow case. in 1997 mama left for Ethiopia to see her mama for the first time in 12 years. I was six and I cried the entire way home from the airport. and when we came home there on the kitchen table was the teacup mama had been drinking out of. at the bottom a sip of tea and black cardamom seeds. and there on the rim of the cup the lipstick imprint of my mama’s kiss.

nomad manifesto

this is the most beautiful thing i have ever read

(via fashinpirate)

rrozabelikov:

Fantastical Creatures + The Modern Witch Part II

rrozabelikov:

Fantastical Creatures + The Modern Witch Part II

(Source: millymcaulay)

shortcuttothestars:

stregaforest:

STREGA FASHION MANIFEST

shortcuttothestars:

- Strega means witch, and that theme is therefore the center of the fashion

- there are no other rules

- there are no established color schemes

- inspiration is taken from European folklore and myth

- Inspiration is drawn from goth, boho, and mori (and whatever else you prefer)

- it is…

Actually Strega was the name I first thought of for Dark Mori. But since at that time people were more attracted to the japanese name, it sticked with dark mori. I’m happy the pretty shortcuttothestars is using it now, since she is very popular. Yet I would like people to remember I and shadyoaks were the “first” ones to make a similar manifest :)

Absolutely! So many has contributed to this, and just because I’ve decided to make this does not mean I own it! We all do and we all make it something together <3

Strega fashion feels like the slightly more human twin of nightmarepunk. And I am so, SO in favor. Yessssss.


The Witching Hour
Come closer and listen to the tales of wonders of those who roam the earth and haunt our dreams; tales full of howls and tears, and screams tearing the night apart. Come closer to the fire so the hollow eyes cannot see you for they will take you and sharpen their teeth on your bones if you venture into the woods after the darkness has fallen.
Listen to the whispers of those forgotten and turned into stories and tales spinning on our tongues like golden threads. They are dust in our eyes, blood on our fingertips, and the magic of our breath. Echo still carries the sounds of their songs, their voices tangled in the roots of the oldest trees, drowned on the bottom of the seas, shattered and carried by the wind to the end of the world.
They will never leave. They cannot leave. They linger and seize us with their ravenous hands, enchant with trills and lullabies, their bodies of veils and shrieks, and coldness.
They reign over the night, the dead, the wicked.
Do not listen to their tales.

The Witching Hour

Come closer and listen to the tales of wonders of those who roam the earth and haunt our dreams; tales full of howls and tears, and screams tearing the night apart. Come closer to the fire so the hollow eyes cannot see you for they will take you and sharpen their teeth on your bones if you venture into the woods after the darkness has fallen.

Listen to the whispers of those forgotten and turned into stories and tales spinning on our tongues like golden threads. They are dust in our eyes, blood on our fingertips, and the magic of our breath. Echo still carries the sounds of their songs, their voices tangled in the roots of the oldest trees, drowned on the bottom of the seas, shattered and carried by the wind to the end of the world.

They will never leave. They cannot leave. They linger and seize us with their ravenous hands, enchant with trills and lullabies, their bodies of veils and shrieks, and coldness.

They reign over the night, the dead, the wicked.

Do not listen to their tales.

chubby-punx:

My goal is to be very, very cute but also very, very spooky

kylafrank:

Crows speak in murder, don’t you know? 

kylafrank:

Crows speak in murder, don’t you know?