Schatten-Esser
A collection of horror, the dark and the strange.
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WARNING: THIS BLOG CONTAINS TRIGGERING IMAGES. Use of tumblr savior is advised. Older posts are not tagged. Please proceed at your discretion.
And at the same time... it is a DARK/HORROR blog. Expect blood and disturbing things.
Barry X Ball - Envy / Purity, 2008-2012 | More posts
Envy: Pakistani Onyx, stainless steel, 23” x 17-1/4” x 9-1/2”
Purity: Mexican Onyx, stainless steel, 24” x 16-1/2” x 11-1/4”Envy after Giusto Le Court (1627 - 1679), La Invidia, circa 1670, Ca’ Rezzonico, Venice
Purity after Antonio Corradini (1668 - 1752), La Purità,1720 - 1725, Ca’ Rezzonico, Venice
(via redheadrising)
Always remember that you are not worthless, organs are extremely expensive on the black market
(via llamasgotoheaven)
We are the shoes, We are the last witnesses
We are shoes from grandchildren and grandfathers.
From Prague, Paris and Amsterdam
And because we are only made of fabric and leather
And not of blood and flesh,
Each one of us avoided the Hellfire
-Yiddish poet Moses Schulstein
(via we-are-the-shoes)(via belieber-inloveofjb)
The Cat Lady
"Thanks for nothing."
(via solsomnium)
(via blackcathy)
(via solsomnium)
I dreamt that I was lying on the bottom of the dark and never-ending sea, on a bed that my dead lover was preparing with his own skeleton for me
(bring us a goat and we’ll show you the way straight through the realm of the fallen and slain)
I sensed the wretched spectres of the drowned staring across from some distant shore, and in my sadness I drew closer, to condole and somewhat to implore
I am like the doubtful kiss of a corpse or maybe the kiss of an ancient stone. Yes, it’s like kissing some marble statue that has neither warmth nor life of its own
(down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound, onto the cell where your love might be found)
COVER THE MIRRORS, FRAGILE HAS DIED, LEAVING BUT A STARLESS RUIN BEHIND! SHATTER THE MIRRORS, SO THAT HE CAN NEVER BE CALLED BACK FROM THE BLESSED SILENCE OF HIS SCARED VAULT
No, no, no…- put an end to the show! I am going back to the land where the bone-flowers grow, to “the wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime, out of Space - out of Time”
See the shape, but can’t see through, no-one can ever hate me as well as I do. Know when to throw a laugh, know how to force a smile, whatever the intention - I’m such a “friendly” lie!
(bring us only this goat and we’ll lead you to him, it shall open the gates, so we can sneak you in)
“Bring us a goat and we’ll show you the way straight through the realm of the fallen and slain. Down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound, on to the cell, where your love might be found … Bring us only this goat and we’ll lead you to him, it will open the gates, so we can sneak you in. Oh, it’s cold and so dark here, and you must keep in mind, no-one can get you out, if you overstep time…!”
Dante’s Inferno: a guide to hell
(via deep-fried-turntable)
These drawings were made with oil paint by Zdzislaw Beksinki, a poorly known Polish painter. In his earlier work (Pictures 1-3) he painted deformed models and couples during sex acts. Since Poland, during the 80’s, was occupied by communism only a few people could see his work.
A few years later he started painting dark, mysterious images with dead bodies and visions of hell. He took inspiration from his nightmares and often woke up in the middle of the night and began to paint.
People talked about a curse on his family; his wife died young due to illness, his son commited suicide and he himself was found in his appartment with 17 stab wounds from a knife.
All of his work was named “no title”. Beksinski hated his own paintings.


