I'm Sebastian. Introverted, queer, eccentric. I often find the dark side of life more attractive than the bright, but of most interest to me is how conventional beauty can intertwine with the "ugly" and create something far more beautiful than either is alone. Hence, eros and thanatos, seemingly opposing forces that can contrast with each other in a way that fascinates me.
Be prepared for: genderbending, darkness, depressing images and subjects, socialist politics, the occasional dash of blood or death, NSFW material, and occasional meandering commentary on the things I post.
My other and more cheerful blog is impersonatingsanity.tumblr.com It hasn't been used in a while, but it at least shows that I'm not entirely morbid and insane.
I don't mind conversation. I like questions, love things that make me think deeply. Feel free to feed my vanity or encourage my self-deprecation. Know I can take a while to respond, depending on my state of mind at the time. bloodyfab.tumblr.com/ask
“I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else."
“…as there is in the world not a single human who can speak my language; or, more simply, not a single human who can speak; or, even more simply, not a single human; I must think only of myself, of that force which urges me to express myself."
Invitation to a Beheading, Vladimir Nabokov
“The drawings of butterflies done by Vladimir Nabokov were intended for “family use.” He made these on title pages of various editions of his works as a gift to his wife and son and sometimes to other relatives. In Brian Boyd’s words, “in these highly personal and affectionately playful drawings the scientific accuracy Nabokov needed in thousands of illustrations of the specimens he studied under the microscope was no longer relevant, and his imagination could take flight. In the butterflies Nabokov devised and labeled for Vera he mingles fact and fancy even more sportively than in his fiction.
None of these drawings portray real butterflies, both the images and the names he assigns to them are his invention. The names often have some connection to the book that the butterflies adorn and, in most cases, play on words in English and Russian is used: “Paradisia radugaleta”, “Verinia verae”, to name just a few.”
(Source: printed-ink, via journalofanobody)
“Whenever in my dreams I see the dead, they always appear silent, bothered, strangely depressed, quite unlike their dear, bright selves. I am aware of them, without any astonishment, in surroundings they never visited during their earthly existence, in the house of some friend of mine they never knew. They sit apart, frowning at the floor, as if death were a dark taint, a shameful family secret."