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Regina Mundi
A 19th century French statue of Mary as Queen of the World.
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There are some things Ralph Arnold hasn’€™t thought about in a long time.
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Tornado Strikes Moore, Oklahoma
An EF-4 tornado struck Moore, Oklahoma today, causing widespread damage across a 20-mile path throughout the Oklahoma City suburb. The tornado has claimed at least 6 lives with many more injured and has left thousands without power.
Our thoughts go out to those who have been affected, and we hope those in the Oklahoma City area stay safe in the upcoming days. You can find more information on how to help the tornado victims here.
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Helen on the Walls of Troy [1885] by Gustave Moreau
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“I know you’re bummed out and you think I’m the only person in the world you can trust, but I need you too. So you better keep your ass safe. I need you too.”
Poppy Z Brite, Lost Souls (via bygoshbygolly)
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Because he knew you were an artist. That’s it, somehow. He knew you would come back. Artists always come back to the places that created them and ruined them.
Poppy Z. Brite - Drawing Blood (via terence-jaiden)
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Rickey & G-man are my favourite couple. It helps that the novels are also basically food porn as the two guys are chefs in New Orleans.
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Asylum required reading: Poppy Z. Brite’s Exquisite Corpse.
“It was like discovering that your innermost fires and terrors, the things you believed no one else could fathom, were in fact the basis of a recognized philosophy. Some part of you felt intimately invaded, threatened; some other part fell to its knees and sobbed in gratitude that it was no longer alone.”
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The nine inch nails song was winding to a slow, sinister song .”No that one” he said into the microphone, “that one’s for my lost love , wherever he is. Are you out there, are you listening, do you still hate the sound of my voice? I guess I’ll never know. Here’s another one for you, my little heartworm.”
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Exquisite Corpse
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He had always believed implicitly in things supernatural, things beyond the ken of the world he woke to every day. He believed in them because they had to be there; otherwise there was no hope for him, because he had always known he could not live his whole life in the real world. He had had faith that someday he would find them … or they would find him.
Lost Souls - Poppy Z. Brite (via duosscythe)
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By day, Rosalie wore black: lace and fishnet, leather and silk, the gaudy mourning clothes of the deather-children.
I had to ask her to explain them to me, these deathers.
They were children seldom older than eighteen who painted their faces stark white, rimmed their eyes with kohl,...
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I can’t tell how I love those books…
Ditto. ^^