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Vincent Price reading The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.’ Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,’ Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, `Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you’ - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’ This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’ Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. `Surely,’ said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - ‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’ Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’ Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.’ But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’ Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’ Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, `Doubtless,’ said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of “Never-nevermore.”’ But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking `Nevermore.’ This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,’ I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!’ Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ `Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!’ Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ `Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?’ Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting - `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’ Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!

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“Some change had come over her body. Death had given back part of her beauty, for her brow and cheeks had recovered some of their flowing lines; even the lips had lost their deadly pallor. It was as if the blood, no longer needed for the working of the heart, had gone to make the harshness of death as little rude as might be.

We thought her dying whilst she slept

And sleeping when she died.”

~ Dracula, Bram Stoker

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richard roxburgh as dracula in van helsing (2004) has honestly become on of my favorite takes on the character

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“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”

~ Rumi

[since it’s Valentine’s day]

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Why is Macbeth so thicc here??

(Illustration found in The Book of Chrses, True Tales of Voodoo, Hoodoo, and Hex by Stuart Gordon)

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I absolutely love that in Chapter Six: Lothlórien, after Gandalf dies, Aragorn basically says “I told you so.” I love this man

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“After all,” I said to myself, “what do I risk? Simply to take a journey through a curious country, to climb a remarkable mountain, and if the worst comes to worst, descend into the crater of an extinct volcano.”

~ A Journey to the Center of the Earth, by Jules Verne

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I’m reading Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne, and honestly our main character Harry feels so ADHD coded sometimes (who else writes 3 paragraphs and a side note one Eider ducks and how their down is collected, simply because someone he meets looks like the type to be an eider-down collector?)

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How do we tell the sea that we are drowning on land?

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"Sometimes I wonder if the gods will rejoice if humanity destroys itself."

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a twitter thread that actually killed me

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Not to be dramatic but my life literally hasn’t been the same since I found out Julius Caesar was a bottom

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The Sea Bird - a Spirit Ship ?

The Sea Bird, a merchant brig owned by Isaac Steel and commanded by Captain John Durham, or Huxham or Husham, who was returning to Newport after a trip to Honduras. On the morning the Sea Bird was due to return, she was driven ashore and landed unharmed on Easton Beach in Rhode Island. Curious as to what was going on, some men went aboard to see. They were greeted happily but quietly by the ship’s cat and dog, but not by the crew of eight. Coffee was boiling on the cooker and a sumptuous breakfast was prepared. The smell of fresh tobacco smoke was in the air. In the captain’s quarters, untouched coinage lay open and his dressing gown hung over a chair. The longboat had disappeared, but nothing more could be found.

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The ship was in good condition, the instruments and cargo intact. Captain Durham was an experienced and competent man. His last ship’s entry was “Branton [Brenton] Reef sighted”, which is only a few miles off Newport. A fishing boat that arrived shortly after the Sea Bird reported seeing the ship with the captain on deck less than two hours earlier. But now there was no one there. The cargo was unloaded and the animals taken off the boat. By evening, however, when someone went to check on the Sea Bird again, it had disappeared and the animals were also gone.

Now there were many theories as to what had happened and, above all, which of these was pure legend. The first is that the Sea Bird was swept off the beach in a storm leaving no debris and was never seen again. The second was sold to Henry Collins (1699-1765), renamed Beach Bird then continued making successful voyages. Which, by the way, is also historically verifiable, the only question is whether it is also this Sea Bird. And the third, she was a Spirit Ship and appeared again and again at different ports to search for her crew.

Most likely it is the second variant and the crew was simply paid off and the Sea Bird became Beach Bird. But ghost ships are somehow more exciting and who knows maybe she is still looking for her crew.

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young me especially would have hated hearing this but networking is literally the most important thing you can do to improve your situation like forget economic barriers to education etc just keep making friends with different people and eventually someone will offer you a hand up just because they dig your vibe and that is exactly all that's happening when undeserving people surpass you anyway

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Pumpkin space latte, anyone? ☕

Hubble captured this festive array of stars, Terzan 12, found in the Milky Way about 15,000 light-years from Earth. The stars in this cluster are bound together by gravity in a sphere-like shape and are shrouded in gas and dust. As the starlight travels through that gas and dust to Earth, blue light scatters, leaving the redder wavelengths to come through.

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“I’m sorry if you’re sorry.”

What does that even mean