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raeiyyn · 3 months

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#nostalgia #urban melancholy #mb #moodboard #collages

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onyxfaustus · 9 months

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#original art #southern gothic #dark surrealism #dark landscapes #decay #rot #urban decay #abandoned places #abandoned houses #melancholy #abandoned #lost

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mikopol · 6 months

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"(...) We missed each other in our dreams. (...)"

Einstürzende Neubauten, "Stella Maris" (album "Ende Neu", 1996).

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noahhawthorneauthor · 4 months

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For the third time this morning, Michael says, “Sir.”

I shoot the jinni a glare. They’re seated behind a desk, glasses perched on their nose as they goes through my correspondence. He’s dressed in the same black suit he’s usually in, a contrast to my disheveled look. “For the last time, nothing’s wrong.”

Michael snorts, going back to his work. “Right. So you’re fire breathing for no reason at all.”

“Fire breathing?”

“Yes. Fire breathing. All that huffing and puffing you’re doing could burn down a house.”

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Elochian is such a stoic brooding demon that even his bodyguard calls him out on his bullshit.

#matsdotter and adrastus #queer books #aelina isaacs #indie books #phantom and rook #book meme #meme #fantasy author #indie author #dark academia #melancholy rizz #queer romance #queer book #queer author #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing fantasy #magical realism #urban fantasy

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alexrentsch · 9 years

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Berlin Friedrichshain

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Canon EF 35mm f/1.4L USM@Canon EOS 6D

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alexanderpearce · 1 year

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we’re all going to the world’s fair soundtrack making me cry and feel so incredibly melancholy it’s like indescribable. the internet.

#while watching i was like.. this is kinda udnerdeveloped.. but now that ive finished its like. this movie just makes me feel so much #it feels so true to the internet and to relationships through the internet and creepypasta and urban legends and loneliness and mental healt #health #and the barely-there gender themes - which were more? anti themes? negative themes? because it seemed like the themes of gender dysphoria we #were created by a kind of lack of discussion of that at all #i am not making ANY sense #i am just rambling and thinking about the loneliness of the internet #liked the movie!#reminds me of this mutual i had ages ago who switched blogs a load of times and i never found them again #like that's what the movie's about its about kind of. melancholy to fucked up internet experiences #god all i said in my letterboxd review was enjoyed this. good internet movie felt real #well on tumnlr u get my full thoughts. because this is the site i grew up on and thats wagttwfcore.#we're all going to the world's fair #wagttwf #shut up ulrike #jane schoenbrun #movies

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travellingstranger · 15 days

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Carbon fields...

Views so unsightly that they are enchanting.

Gliwice, Poland

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forthepleasureofmylife · 1 year

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Place de la Concorde Paris

Photo: Dieter Krehbiel

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filmphotographyjournal · 2 years

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An European window to a Middle East reality. Jerusalem by Gabriela Gleizer

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cultgringel · 1 year

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«Скамейка в снегу и троллейбусы» Культ Грингель, 12 января 2023, город Чита

"The Bench Under Snow and Trolleybuses" Cult Gringel, 12 January 2023, Chita (Russia)

#photoart #photography #urban landscape #city #twilight #winter #snow #melancholy #Chita #Russia

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valencinglass · 2 years

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#art #melancolía #melancholy #film #alternative #urban #life

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raeiyyn · 2 years

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06.06.22

#urban melancholy #personal

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violetvaughnart · 24 days

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In the heart of the city, beneath a sky draped in a veil of alabaster clouds, a boulevard unfurls like a monochrome ribbon, bordered by towering spires of glass and steel. Here, amidst the cacophony of urban life, time seems to dilate, offering a canvas where moments blend into brushstrokes of existence.

The air is thick with the whispers of countless passerby, their forms a procession of silhouetted phantoms; they are the keepers of untold tales, each a staccato note in the symphony of the street. Among them, a lone figure stands motionless, a sentinel in a transient world, gazing upon the scene with a gaze both pensive and distant.

Citadels of commerce rear above, their faces blazoned with the neon sigils of a modern age. The city's pulse throbs in the hum of bass and the murmur of midday chatter, yet within the lone observer, there stirs a quietude that belies the ambient tumult — a sanctuary of solitude amidst a sea of faces.

They stand as if within the eye of an urban storm, their form dissolving into the strokes and splashes of the grayscale backdrop around them. Their eyes, reflecting a sky borrowed from old silent movies, seem to drink every detail, as if memorizing the cadence of the city's unspoken poetry.

The scene etches into the fabric of the soul, a tapestry of light and shadow, of ephemeral connections eternally sketched in the book of life. A gentle melancholy envelops the air — not of despair, but of wistful contemplation. A sorrow for the fleeting beauty of the present, for the transient embrace of a world eternally in flux.

Yet, as the sun threads its golden whispers through the gathering mist, there is a nascent shimmer of hope. It's there, in the vignette of stillness, where the promise of new beginnings peeks through the monotonous grays, suggesting that within impermanence lies the potential for rebirth.

For this solitary figure, the street becomes more than a pathway between destinations; it is a voyage within, a chance to commune with the silent symphony of existence, timeless and boundless. Here, life pauses, and for an ephemeral heartbeat, the essence of what it means to simply be is felt with profundity.

In this solitary introspection, there is resilience. In the quiet acknowledgment of the world's ebb and flow, there is strength. And in the midst of this empyrean theatre of spirits and stories, inked against the canvas of the city, there exists a connection so profound, it transcends the mere pulse of the passing crowd.