ℑt all started when the aforementioned mortal became compelled to create a menagerie of images due to the influx of creativity over flowing the world. ℑ draw my inspiration from the perspective of fellow souls. You will encounter a various array of images, videos, and other forms of miscellaneous media mostly consisting of baroque and/or rococoarchitecture, vintage attire, pastel palor, angels and harlequins, ethereal notions, wanderlust, among other fragments of whimsical fantasies. In essence, the metaphysical confines of this blog's existence can be described as the melancholic collision of horror and fantasy. Enjoy your stay. ♥ ℑ do not own the majority of the images posted unless stated otherwise; images belong to their respective owners.
"When does real love begin? At first it was a fire, eclipses, short circuits, lightning and fireworks; the incense, hammocks, drugs, wines, perfumes; then spasm and honey, fever, fatigue, warmth, currents of liquid fire, feast and orgies; then dreams, visions, candlelight, flowers, pictures; then images out of the past, fairy tales, stories, then pages out of a book, a poem; then laughter, then chastity. At what moment does the knife wound sink so deep that the flesh begins to weep with love? At first power, power, then the wound, and love, and love and fears, and the loss of the self, and the gift, and slavery. At first I ruled, loved less; then more, then slavery. Slavery to his image, his odor, the craving, the hunger, the thirst, the obsession."
“The human heart stripped of fat and muscle, with just the angel veins exposed.”
"This is the vasculature of an actual heart (porcine heart, identical to human heart). The blood is replaced by a plastic substance which fills all of the veins, capillaries, etc, then the heart is put into a solution that dissolves all the tissue, leaving this incredible detail of a heart." (Via Glockoma)