laylaslibrary:

There are ways of dying that don’t end in funerals. Types of death you can’t smell.

Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

rolypolypellmell:

Odilon Redon, Fighting Skeletons, 1870s-1890s.

satanasaeternus:

Wake to Yourself - ArtofMaquenda

thelonerforlife:

Kevin Chapman

satanasaeternus:

Maxime Taccardi - Under the Dark Sun (ink and blood of artist)

zentaku:

“There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.”

— Hazrat Inayat Khan

monstxrfkr:

“I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.”

— Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro. (via 89words)

derangedrhythms:

[…] she kept the madness of her heart intact.

Gabriel García Márquez, from ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’, tr. Gregory Rabassa

dark-light-lucien-deactivated20:

Pietro Pajetta - L'odio (The hate) - 1896