The Morning Mists (Clyties Of The Mist) By Herbert James Draper (1912)

“Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end.”

— The Ground Beneath Her Feet, Salman Rushdie (b. 19 June 1947)

“Grief does not only need to be felt. It also demands to be defined.”

— anastasiasyah, from “Preface” in A Dictionary of Grief (via anastasiasyah)

❈ Grim Aesthetics ❈

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What you get is what you see.

the moon in paintings. x