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Books like Dorian Gray?

I am looking for good Horror/ Mystery Literature like the Picture of Dorian Gray, Frankenstein or the stories by Edgar Allan Poe. Do you guys have any recommendations for me? Am not as familiar with that genre as i would like to be.

if you like the smell of earth after rain,late night coffee, vintage classics,kitchen room dancing ,midnight talking, stargazing, bookshop and art museum dates,forehead kisses , burning candles, stolen glances and soft smiles, pressed flowers hidden in books, taylor swift songs,confessing your love to the moon...... darling I'm in love with you.

Listening to music isn't enough, I want taylor to scream into my ears until I'm deaf and my feelings are numb

I swear to god I'm really calm when I read a enemies to lovers book then I reach the " Who did this to you" part of the book—

Stop trying to fix other people while they are breaking you

When he's not into reading so instead of actually reading he watches a 20 minute long summary of the book you love just so he could talk to you about it>>>

This gotta be my fav one tbh

Oh to make eye contact with my partner in the mirror while he unclassified my necklace.....

airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls and the walls of hospital have heard more prayers than the walls of churches because love is felt most when it's leaving

~ A pearl in the sky

Good morning (at least for me)! Another poem for this lovely day :)

The Loss of a Friend

You promised me once that we’d go in together.

You worried I’d leave you - I laughed.

Yet now you pass me, not sparing a glance

Has so much time already passed?

You told me you’d need me,

That you’d never survive

That without me you’d die

Yet see how you thrive

You said you were envious, how I didn’t need you

I told you the truth - that I valued you

And now I ache, for I’ve lost a friend

Or something more? I never knew

At first, we smiled so happily

Shared a laugh, poked each other, made a joke;

You ruffled my hair, told me I was short-

Yet now it’s as if we never spoke

It’s not anger I feel, but rather sorrow

Your smile once meant so much

And I see it now, but never towards me

I never thought I’d miss your touch

We spoke all summer, and last year too–

Exchanging secrets like closest of friends

I saw you one morning for the first time in months

And perhaps that’s when this started to end

Did I sadden you? Anger you?

Make you feel as if I didn’t need you?

Or is it me that you no longer need

Now that all of this is through?

Your friendship was something I held in my heart

Yet it seems it no longer is within your own.

So now I only text you when it’s your birthday

And when I have a broken bone.

And late at night, when stars gaze upon me

The ghost of you silently lingers

I still remember your favorite color is blue-

When did our friendship slip through my fingers?

Right Here, Right Now

TW: mentions of suicide, self harm

What if, right here, right now, 

I just jumped from off this roof? 

What if, right here, right now, 

I took this gun?—for no one’s bulletproof. 

What if, right here, right now, 

I took this rope and let me swing? 

What if, right here, right now, 

I took those pills? These tiny things? 

Coward, you screamed—coward, coward

Never did anything right

Always failed, always disappointed

So what if I gave into the night? 

What if, right here, right now, 

I took this knife, right at that vein 

Slashed ‘til I found blood and bone

And let thick crimson liquid rain? 

So slit my throat. Slit my arms. 

Slice this traitorous heart of mine. 

Carve these words into my chest. 

Smile and say that everything’s fine. 

Cut these thoughts. Cut these hands. 

Cut the voices inside my head. 

Ignorance is bliss—and so’s oblivion

‘Cause nothing can hurt me if I’m dead. 

Snaggle-Toothed Smile

TW: abusive relationship, grooming, death

Wolf is knocking on the front door

Sharp sharp teeth in a snaggle-toothed smile

Come here, little rabbit, let us play 

Come here, little rabbit, for I’ll stay here awhile

Wolf brings food to me every day

Come, little rabbit, I’ve come to play 

Wolf brings gifts to me every day

Come, little rabbit, have this beautiful bouquet

Wolf combs my fur for me every day

Protects me and never leaves me alone 

Careful, little rabbit, it’s dangerous outside 

Careful, little rabbit, don’t be on your own 

Wolf tells me how lucky I am every day

That he takes care of me, little rabbit 

And then he smiles that snaggle-toothed smile

Oh, little rabbit, you could become a habit 

Wolf accidentally hurt me today 

He asks me and asks me why did you make me do it? 

Feather-light kisses upon each wound

Snow white rabbit has become blood red rabbit

Wolf smiled that smile today 

Sharp sharp teeth with a snaggle-toothed smile 

Asked me, are you afraid of me? 

Run, little rabbit, run, run to the wild

Wolf didn’t come back today. 

Wolf didn’t give me gifts today. 

Wolf didn’t give me food today. 

My only companion was gone today. 

Wolf was oh so tender today. 

Wolf apologized for not coming yesterday. 

Oh, little rabbit, you will never be free.

Wolf killed me so gently today. 

little white lies

Sometimes I wonder if I’m an awful person

No—I am an awful person; I

Tell myself I’m an awful person—my

Parents tell me I’m an awful person 

My friends tell me to get therapy, but

Everybody around away from me—I

Draw in those around me, then

Burn bridges—I need therapy

Lie, lie, lie; just a white lie 

I’m digging myself deeper and deeper 

Lie, lie, lie; oops, another lie

Why does everybody think the best about me? 

Play dumb, sweet smile, sugared compliments

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it

So bad everybody thinks I’m good

A masquerade, this charade just keeps going

Let’s play a game, just you and me

Let’s see which fake personality

I’ve chosen to paint myself

Which one is it gonna be?

Lie, lie, lie; just a white lie

I’m trapped in this web I can’t defeat

Lie, lie, lie; oops, another lie

I keep spinning these threads of deceit

Caught in this carousel of illusion—I’m 

Suffocating in delusion—I

Crave the taste of authenticity—but

Truth’s a double edged sword, you see

My world’s unraveling, catastrophe 

Unraveling just like my sanity

Looked into a mirror that fed my vanity

But guess that now that’s gone to insanity

daughter of dusk

daughter of dusk, 

selfish and cruel—

breaking, falling, 

her faces dual 

raw petals curling from 

cracked emerald eyes

nourished by tears 

and quiet lies

bleeding hope from 

thorn-lined skin—as

briar shields flower

as hands from help

don’t leave me please—

etched in starlight 

don’t let me go—

please hold me tight

then bleeding—bleeding; 

red slowly seeping 

lines upon lines while 

waiting for the reaping

but she’s right there

stay—leave—stay—please

is it—she—me—so wrong

you’re on your knees

just say it’s fine and

bandage the cuts

it’s just a bad dream. 

keep your eyes shut.

gilded

gilded like priceless treasure 

but gold is so cold and 

so heavy to bear so plate 

it in unbreakable steel 

don’t let warm hands 

melt soft metal like honey 

oozing dripping spilling 

over like a brimming cup 

of wine trickling through and

staining the ground with 

gold, gold, gold like a

vein of fool’s gold and 

sunsets as they bleed into night and 

leaves in the autumn and 

the hourglass’s sands and 

the eyes of a deity who only 

watches the passing of time 

coldly—

heavily—

softly—

like the sun watching over 

the demise of the earth 

the solemn unraveling 

into dust and stars. 

performative

if I got better, would I fade away?

like how a star is only awe-some when it burns

teen chic rage crackling into acceptance,

happiness at the cost of being seen

my words are venom

my anger is palpable in every stroke of razor and pen alike

what good am i without the pain that I illustrate into mirrors?

translated into words and verses to make my fellow aliens feel a little less alone

my torment is the connective tissue that allows me relevance

is it really peace, recovery, healing -

or is it giving up?

A poetic masterpiece I couldn't help but read.

Did I say I was black and blue? My bad, meant black and blood.

I’m a complete wreckage; a death wish as a necklace. The thud vibration of a bullet to a stone, or a bomb exploding in slow motion.

There's no middle ground in between my human flesh and monstrous depth.

Can't keep my mouth shut, always lighting matches in the desired of making me blind.

I like to bite the neck of hollowed sheep that do nothing but mimic and follow, while singing lullabies of madness and murder.

Don't forget that I'm nothing more than a crying wolf- an endless ocean of guts and bones in constant motion with orange corals, and blue ivy colors- or the hideous form of a glitched soul, or the flowers blooming all their sorrows- blink and you'll see the true horrors.

I am those shaky cold hands stained in blood - you'll see them red, even after cutting them off.

Vulnerability wasn’t an option, something more like some type of retribution after becoming a human-tool to everyone’s devious delusions.

And don't get me wrong, in a world where rejection wears my name, I treasure every fucking second we’ve shared. But what do you expect from a maniacal analyst like me?, who can see how the story’s going to end before it even begins- Who can't stop trying digging deep, even after knowing how the story’s going to end before it even begins.

And I know that my parents say I'm cute while the leftovers think otherwise. I can feel the echoes of my mistakes rising from the dark.

And sometimes, I see flashes of what once was a radioactive woman breaking through, like foggy memories that questions where reality resides.

But why can’t you see there's no calm sea under this rageful storm- No open space in between its foam, no saviour hidden in those deadly wavy forms.

And I don’t want to listen anymore, but something inside me won’t let me bite my tongue and stop ingesting your filthy venomous words- In fact, I’ll let them gripped inside me and cling to every piece of myself, so that I won’t have to take the blame when I come to gnaw every single one of your bones, recreating in those raw truthful mourns. Because, honey, real monsters enjoy their food when it gets dead cold.

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