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“you’re so hot” ok but am i unsettling? do i seem eerie to you? give you a bit of the heebie jeebies? when i walk into a room do you feel a chill down your spine?

sometimes i think that beauty is all that matters to you people smh

#;crack

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// the reviews are in !!

general consensus seems to be: creepy, not wet

#ooc #;crack

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#;the dark ways ✞ coven

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Study for the Head of the Gorgon (detail), 1895

by Giulio Aristide Sartorio

#;by which to understand all things ✞ aesthetic

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No other options bc no

#// im sorry but. i can't not reblog this #// well? tell me the verdict

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// switches on boops here briefly just so i can evil boop people

#ooc #tbd

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Blade Runner (1982)

#;every film (regardless of merit) ✞ screen

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#;fc #;a god out of caravaggio ✞ appearance #// that's where my pfp is from~ i just love these

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Herman Hesse, Demian (tr. Damion Searls)

#;a fool for god ✞ faith

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Solaris (1972) dir. Andrei Tarkovsky

#;a bruised and steely heart ✞ armand

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Art by Eldar Akmanaev

#;by which to understand all things ✞ aesthetic

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Karl Struss, Times Square Building, 7 Ave & Broadway, 1914.

#;queue #;by which to understand all things ✞ aesthetic

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#;by which to understand all things ✞ aesthetic

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Armand's only outward concession to the surprise of Nicolas' intrusion was a blink. As Nicolas thwacked down his manuscript, he leaned back in his chair and carefully moved his inkwell out of the way.

"Yes, thank you," he murmured. "I am familiar." More familiar than he had cared to be at the time, poring over the Ovid and then the Euripides, when he could have been at fencing lessons, or slipping outside to evade his teachers entirely.

Picking up the pages, he quickly ran his eye over the sheet music, then moved on to the hastily scribbled play itself. "Your penmanship is atrocious," he commented, but mildly, dark eyes still on the pages. "I assume the hounds, in our case, will be the players. It could work. You'll want Félix for Actaeon, perhaps?" With this, he looked up to meet Nicolas' gaze.

Actaeon

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"Actaeon"

Nicolas announced the word as he bustled in, as if it alone said everything. He had a sheaf of papers tucked under one arm and, with a flourish, slapped the stack down in front of Armand. More than half of the pages were sheet music- a score riddled with little annotations. Most of the rest was the rough draft of a script for a play. The last one or two pages were very rough, very simple sketches of possible staging.

"The hunter who looks upon sights not meant for mortal eyes- on ethereal beauty. On a huntress far more powerful than himself, as much above him as he is above a stag. And for his transgression is transformed and torn to shreds by his own hounds."

#symphonyofmalice

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Different views of Picadilly Circus by George Hyde-Pownall

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#;first and only ✞ daniel #;doucement mourir ✞ louis #;devils who paint angels ✞ marius