Dark Vibes - Blog Posts
darkness
darkness isn’t evil darkness is creation and the divine feminine the universe first started in darkness when a baby is in its mothers womb it’s dark :)
Once upon a time in a castle in the middle of a deep forest lived a princess who had been asleep for many years, "A needle on a spinning wheel will kill her" That was the curse the evil witch put on the princess the day she was born. Frightened, the king burned every spinning wheel in his kingdom to avoid the curse, but the princess ended up getting pricked by a thorn on the rose given to her by the witch in disguise and fell asleep.
This fairytale tells you that you can never escape your destiny.
Right. The prince's kiss. I suppose he could break the curse. But don't get your hopes up too high...
Because I will kill that prince.
The little girl wore her red shoes everywhere she went.. even to a god fearing church. Once you wear those shoes, your feet start dancing on their own and you can never stop dancing or take off those shoes but even so, the little girl never gave up on those red shoes. In the end, the executioner had to cut off her feet but the two feet that got cut off still continued to dance in those red shoes. Some things cannot be torn apart.. no matter how hard you try to do so
That is why.. Obsession is noble and beautiful.
~ I have finally found my red shoes ~
Kdrama: It's okay to not be okay / Psycho but it's okay
The 1st episode : Boy who fed on nightmares
Some dark vibes...
But I like it like that!
Plus, the light on the page and darkness surrounds you is the best focusing condition, at least for me.
{Çınar}
everything popular is wrong
oscar wilde
“evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.” - criminal minds
“you’re never more alive than when you’re almost dead”
tim o’brien
“i feel so sad. i feel so abandoned. i feel very alone”“we’re all alone, reva.”
-my year of rest & relaxation
one of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don't come home at night - margaret mead
the sweet scent of cigarettes and semen on your lips
life flies by, especially the bit that’s worth living
and he sat at the oncologist waiting room as life dimmed outside
light means nothing when your mind is dark
dear mr sandman… …
🪦🥀📽
« smoking kills »
« that’s the point isn’t it? »
this is what being alive is. a sticky menu between you and me in a cramped booth by a black window.
new york, new york
grand central smelt of pennies, ticket stubs, and desperation at 5:15 am.
"where're you headed?" the worker asked.
where was he headed? he didn’t realize leaving meant going away. but to go far enough to be folded into memory or far enough to be followed? would his wife search for him?
"connecticut.”
no comment; the worker printed a slip and took his money mechanically.
he needed a congratulations, deserved one for his decision. but who would congratulate a man abandoning his wife?
her beer tasted of sawdust and foam coated her boots; nuts were bland and counter sweaty. but the air was lime fresh and the night neon young and she was free.
myra.
doesn’t the daisy calm your nerves, dear?
no socks
are allowed in the red-room
no pretty pink flowers
are allowed
at the woods at night
it was nearly 4 am as red light streamed out the bar, sifting through drunk legs. it was closing time, even in new york city.
“let me take you home,” he asked; breath smelling more metallic than his eyebrow piercing.
she smiled into his swirling eyes,
and she was never seen again.
- myra
reminds me of the end of the world and i love it 🤍
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you wake and see this. you are unable to move from the fear...
complete the story if you want to ^~^
the noodle man, 1865.
he calmly asks you for noodles, when ignored, he'll wrap you with his sloppy noodle-like tentacles. maybe he choked while eating them.
