nrkn:
(via ladycynara)
Not only does this obviously remind me of H.P. Lovecraft, one of my personal inspirations for writing. It also reminds me of myself at times. There have been times where I’ve sat alone in the dim light with all my horrors and nightmares pulsing in the back of my mind, ebbing out through the thin layers between reality and my subconscious, flowing into the world of the living from the aether to torment and depress me to new spiraling depths of darkness and despair that I must wade through nose deep trying not to choke and sputter from their foul stenches for fear that I may swallow it and it will rot me from the inside out devouring my gangrene and putrefied soul as some tasty delicacy from the netherworld.
I think I want this as a tattoo.
