Angel of the Night, Giulio Monteverde (1837-1917).
This quarantine is freaking me out
I share his mood, also look at my drawing 😁
I want to see my uncle :/ :’(
Bite marks on human flesh
Blood drips down the corpse’s chest
Smile shone on her decomposing teeth
Dark fantasies surround me
What do you do
when you have a pain born out of loneliness
that can never be healed?
*wants to be dark academia but can’t concentrate on books* *writes mediocre poems* *dungeon synth in the background* *was a gifted child now lacks basic human survival instincts* *deranged sense of aesthetics* *six target languages but speaks neither* *unopened mails from 2016* *used to be a drunk now takes antidepressants* *hates existentialism*