“See we all get what I call a life trap. This gene-deep certainty that things will be different. That you’ll move to another city and meet the people that will be your friends for the rest of your life. That you’ll fall in love and be fulfilled. Fucking fulfillment, heh. And closure, whatever those 2 fucking empty jars to hold this shitstorm. Fucking nothing’s ever fulfilled… until the very end. And closure… No, nothing is ever over.” — Rust Cohle “True Detective”


“Consciousness has forced us into the paradoxical position of striving to be unself-conscious of what we are—hunks of spoiling flesh on disintegrating bones.” — The Conspiracy Against The Human Race by Thomas Ligotti


“The lifespan of non-domesticated animals has never changed, while ours has grown in leaps and bounds. What a coup for the human race. Time will run out for us as it does for all creatures, but at least we can dream of a day when we might elect our own deadline. Then perhaps we can all die of the same thing: a killing satiation with our durability in a world that is MALIGNANTLY USELESS.” — The Conspiracy Against The Human Race by Thomas Ligotti

posted 6 days ago

When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn’t that the point? You think, the face turns to the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows.



But it also devours.

” — Carver, Raymond. Late Fragment.
(via wordsnquotes)


niklauslablue:

The King in Yellow

Most know the King in Yellow from Lovecraft’s stories and the Cthulhu mythos in general, but it predates his stories by quite some time. The King in Yellow is a forbidden play which causes those who read it to go mad, and comes from a collection of stories by the same name written by Robert Chambers.

Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.


mortem-et-necromantia:

Zdzislaw Beksinski.


Members of the Palestinian security forces take part in a training session in the West Bank city of Jericho. (Reuters)



Altered States - dir. Ken Russell (1980


Altered States - dir. Ken Russell (1980)