Poe Visualized by Harry Clarke
From the 1919 deluxe edition of Edgar Allen Poe’s Tales of Mystery and Imagination, Harry Clarke reached deep into those dark, flinching corners underneath the bed and ripped out the grotesque horrors that lurked within, creating these macabre illustrations that accompanied Poe’s disturbing classics like “The Pit and the Pendulum” and the “The Telltale Heart” perfectly. In the same vein as Stephen Gammell’s Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark monstrosities decades later, these illustrations are sufficient evidence that while some stories can be even more frightening when left to your imagination, it takes a truly visceral artist to give those shadows form and really scare the bejeezus out of you.
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I just found a very very tiny little spider, so I picked it up on a piece of paper to take it outside
I almost had it by the door when suddenly it just.. started ascending
I watched in awe as my tiny arachnid friend hovered to the ceiling with nothing there to hold it
That spider had a purpose
Godspeed, spider
Godspeed
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Oh and yes, my tumblr now has Tom Hiddleston on it. It seems I have joined the bandwagon. Oh I am so proud! :)
LOKI’D
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Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh I am such a fangirl but this is the best thing ever. Oh, if ever I am sad, I shall watch this again and again and again! Loki’d indeed! Ehehehe!
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I am currently reading Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer and it is beautiful and documents, somewhat, the final few years of Chris McCandless and his life in the wild. And I am a big mess of feelings and thoughts and I am overwhelmed by the desire to relinquish my hold on all of my material possessions and escape into the wilderness. There is something so unique and tragic and naive and sincere in Chris’ desire to live a life as a wild-man. A wild-creature. No money, because why should we even need that? Minimals. And why not? It is gorgeous and tragic both and I am sad that his adventures were so short and that he died in such a slow, lonely way and glad that he died out in the wild in the center of everything he loved most.
I dream of being a little old lady with nothing better to do than to curl up with a cat and a book. I truly do. Oh and some tea, too.
