I’m not superstitious. I’m a witch. Witches aren’t superstitious. We are what people are superstitious of.
Within six months of starting, Bauhaus started getting the black-wearing audience and seeing the kids dressing up like us. We used to call them the androgynous space demons. Or the wildebeests.
Daniel Ash about Bauhaus fans (via ftwdenise)
Yes I saw it, my granddaughter made me watch it, she said it was the greatest vampire film ever. After the ‘film’ was over, I wanted to smack her across her head with my shoe but I do not want a book called Grannie Dearest written about me when I die. So instead I gave her a DVD of Murnau’s 1922 masterpiece Nosferatu and told her, ‘Now that’s a vampire film!’
If I don’t grow up to be Mary Poppins, Auntie Mame, or Morticia, I’m going to turn into one of the aunts from Practical Magic. I know it.
Quote from Practical Magic (1998)
Normally, in anything I do, I’m fairly miserable. I do it, and I get grumpy because there is a huge, vast gulf, this aching disparity, between the platonic ideal of the project that was living in my head, and the small, sad, wizened, shaking, squeaking thing that I actually produce.
Q: How many art directors does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Does it have to be a light bulb?
Q: How many copyeditors does it take to change a light bulb?
A: The last time this question was asked it involved art directors. Is the difference intentional? Should one or the other instance be changed? It seems inconsistent.
Both Pete and I laughed and winced in recognition at these.
The universal truth, mang (via ita)
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
Well, we have a whole new year ahead of us. And wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could all be a little more gentle with each other, and a little more loving, have a little more empathy, and maybe - next year at this time - we’d like each other a little more.
Judy Garland (via professorowenaravenclaw
Because I feel it needs to be said after the Stephen King quote I posted: For the most part, I liked school, and I had a relatively good adolescence. But even with that, I hoped that those weren’t the “best years of my life”. Because if they WERE, I was going to feel very, very cheated.
I hated school. I don’t trust anybody who looks back on the years 14 to 18 with any enjoyment. If you liked being a teenager, there’s something really wrong with you.
Stephen King (via herdygerdydirtylittlegirly
I felt from the first moment I saw people identifying as “Goth” that what they wanted was romance and beauty, and that they associated with the 19th century and with vampires; I think they craved that, and found their lives rather sterile. They started appearing at my signings in the 1980s wearing beautiful Victorian clothes, old lace, fangs, and white makeup. I think it was born out of a desire to have something beautiful and immutable in their lives. I was delighted!
The 3 types of terror - The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it’s when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it’s when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It’s when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there’s nothing there…
Good morning, Eeyore,” said Pooh.
“Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning, which I doubt,” said he.
“Why, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.”
“Can’t all what?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
“Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.