Alice (&) the Uncanny

† It is a northern country; they have cold weather, they have cold hearts. Angela Carter, "The Werewolf" †

On this tumblelog you are most likely to find an assortment of spooks, personal demons, some muses and a pick'n'mix of subversive facts and myths. I try to credit wherever possible.

[Encyclopaedia Vantitatum † my personal blog, where you will generally find a wide range of the uncanny and the curious, from reviews of German Expressionist and Surrealist films, to reviews of marginally obscure but not less delightful books, to random thoughts and some creative writing]

Read the Printed Word!

—it keeps happening: i forget - but only for a fraction of a second - and then the truth slams back into me, so hard that i expect the people around me to be shaken by it too. no one warns anyone about this situation. they should be explaining it to you from the moment you’re born, they should brand the idea into your head, they should tell us the truth about death.

how horrific and final it really feels - and how alone you will be with the horror. and how you will forget for just a second, and when you remember again, it’s like remembering that the sun has been extinguished.

Dakota Lane, Gothic Lolita
· 13/11/11 · Reblog