Meandering Decline
To swim, to trample the grass, to hunt, and above all to smoke; to drink liquors strong as boiling metal, - like my dear ancestors around their fires.
Arthur Rimbaud, ‘Une Saison en Enfer’ (via mortalnothing)

Glossolalia- Gift of Tongues

nothing but disgust and sadness

nothing but disgust and sadness

Decades and lifetimes ago…

For me there never were any options.

paysagemauvais:

Polyptych of the Apocalypse, side panel, detail - Jacobello Alberegno 
1360 - 1390
tempera on panel 
Gallerie dell’Accademia, Venice  

"And on her forehead a name was written: Mystery, Babylon the great, the mother of harlots and the abomination of the earth."

paysagemauvais:

Polyptych of the Apocalypse, side panel, detail - Jacobello Alberegno
1360 - 1390
tempera on panel
Gallerie dell’Accademia, Venice

"And on her forehead a name was written: Mystery, Babylon the great, the mother of harlots and the abomination of the earth."

laughingstation:

i have never seen any creature, human or otherwise so passionate about iceberg lettuce, nature’s blandest green.

Catfish Mountain, New Jersey

Catfish Mountain, New Jersey

Midnight Odyssey- When Death Comes Crawling

"All the crying of those dying

Haunts those hunting and those running

Death is creeping on those weeping

There is no chance for those sleeping”

Elderwind- Волшебство живой природы

"Холод в душе (Cold in the Soul)"