From Pleasant Hours, 1888.
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I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll’s body.
Sickness begins here: I am the dartboard for witches.
Only the devil can eat the devil out.
In the month of red leaves I climb to a bed of fire. — Sylvia Plath, Witch Burning (via mirroir)
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el-azazel: Faust’s Dream by Carl Gustav Carus (German, 1789-1869)
I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth. — Umberto Eco, Foucault’s Pendulum (via portionsofeternity)
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centuriespast: Stone Column at Baroli, Udaipur. Colin Murray (British)1872-73. Albumen silver print from a wet-collodion glass negative. MoMA
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade — Great Expectations by Charles Dickens (via silver-blonde)
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lehroi: Ludovic Florent, Poussières d’étoiles, 2014.
Tutankhamun’s second coffin (TAA 368). Photograph by Harry Burton, 1925
Cover of ‘Amelia Peabody’s Egypt’, from 26 July 1890 edition of the Graphic
The Malachim Script, from Agrippa’s ‘Of Occult Philosophy’ English 1651 edition