The Cure - Blog Posts
VAN PALMER Yellowjackets, 3x05 "Did Tai Do That?"
RIP Fearless Mari
YELLOWJACKETS, 3x10 "Full Circle"
HELLO!! I AM HARVEY OR CALLIE, WELOME TO MY TUMBLR!! WHAT YOU SEE IN THESE IMAGES IS MY TROLLSONA, AKA ME!!
happy birthday to…
DISINTEGRATION! it turns 35 years old.. i love the cure so much! this is one of my top favourite albums by them.. TIME FLIES SO QUICKLY!!✨
robert smith is such an amazing songwriter 💪😗
happy birthday to my idol and favorite singer in the world, ROBERT SMITH!! hope you have an awesome birthday you silly cat lover, and your music is the best!! hope 65 treats you well (i know he’s not gonna see this lmao)
DISINTEGRATION IS THE BEST ALBUM!!!
(all of them are the best)
heyy everyone my name is Alex and I'm pretty new to tumblr
I love mcr, david bowie, deftones, the cure, duster, arctic monkeys, fight club and howls moving castle
👁️💟U ♾️
@courtneykrampf-beautyblog-blog
digital/visual/video/audio/editing
digital_art_collage <junk show>
> @futurepast0101
Visual Source > P E A N U T S > DUH
Happy 66th, Robert (b. Robert James Smith - 21 April 1959)
Underrated Goth bands I recommend🖤
The Long Losts The Shroud
Ex-Voto Skemer
The Red Ashes Sex Blood
JE T'AIME Acid Bats
Blood Dance In a Darkened Room
Dead Souls Rising Subterfuge Luciferian Light Orchestra Gothic Sex
Bohémien The House of Usher
Not underrated but Warsong by The Cure makes me so 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, everyone go listen to their new album if you haven't 😝😍
𝓲 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮₊˚⊹ ࿔
~🔮🌞🥀~
~i find raw emotions beautiful, the ‘uglier’ they are the more beautiful i think they are because its genuine. Im disgusted but also mesmerised by my own emotions. I only ever want to get worse. ive never had any wish to recover. It hurts but its the hurt that i feed off. if thst makes sense. time and time again i tend to imagine myself at the bottom of a tower thats like a prison, sprawled out on the floor. suffering because i’d finally let myself succumb to my mental illness. I dont know if any of this even makes sense.i i think its time for a cigarette🫶💖i dont wanna live(ldr reference) but atleast music is good~
𖦹₊ ⊹Anyway heres a poem~
how to never stop being sad
let the anguish fester inside of you,
let the chilling hands of this demon become your embodiment,
let the waterfall free from the imprisonment of your eyes,
drain yourself of the blood congested in your veins,
drench yourself in the crimson trickling into the crevices of your body,
as if swimming in the deepest body of water,
let yourself drown,
become the sorrows you fear,
depleted as you begin to embrace the void,
leave it free to poison your mind and body till your left an empty carcass,
walk through the simulation of life,
a living dead girl,
the void in your eyes so potent,
let the torment orchestrate your life.
~.°˖✧ 1 of 89 poems ✧˖°.~
im not so sure whether i like the poem or not but its there to read anyway<3🫶💖
~𝜗𝜚
no one really cares for what i have to say, not even my ‘friends’.this blog is like my safe space idk.i spent ages trying to make this perfect.hopefully this post reaches the girls(and non girls) that get it!💖
⋆⭒˚.⋆if your reading this i love you ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
~𝜗𝜚
Song im listening to~
(i do this because i love music and im always listening to music and i like letting people know what im into)
I know - Fiona Apple
my favorite horror movies + the cure playing on the background (on youtube)
IN-BETWEEN DAYS
Carl Grimes x Reader
⚠️ Warnings: language ⚠️
The light was so bright it hurt your eyes.
The smell of the hospital room was one you'd never forget. It was your dad's last moments, after all, and the place reeked of death and old perfume. You tried your best to focus on something as silly as the smell to keep you distracted from the scene that was playing out before you. Your dad, lying helpless and stating up at the ceiling as a flurry of doctors rushed around the room and around his bed, yelling incoherent sentences to the others before beginning the procedure. You knew it wouldn't work. He was already gone.
The same light that seemed so bright to you left his eyes and a hoarse sigh escaped his lips. He died smiling and you knew it was purely because he saw your mother waiting for him on the other side.
...
Your father never had to live in this apocalyptic world, which was a good thing. He had died of a heart attack a few years back and you focused on keeping yourself alive throughout all the chaos surrounding you. You were a different person now then you were back then. You wondered if he'd be proud of the shitty decisions you've made leading up to this point; the way you had to teach yourself how to fight and kill, never letting anyone into your heart and break down your walls. That is until you met Carl.
You had been an orphan after your father's death, going in and out of orphanages and foster homes until the apocalypse hit. You found yourself all alone after that and did your best with what you could to survive with what you had. You had met Rick's group along the way, finding out later that they had just lost their last shelter which apparently was a prison not to far from where you were stationed. An old treehouse.
Why you were remembering your past at a time like this, you didn't know why. You just felt especially nostalgic today of all days and you were reminded of your father because Carl had found one of your favorite CD's while out on a run- The Cure.
Your father had also enjoyed The Cure and it felt even more painful to listen to it today, because of the nostalgia and the fact that you were finally starting to enjoy bits and pieces of what was left of the world without him. You felt guilty. Guilty for letting him die.
No. It wasn't your fault.
But it felt like it.
You pet Carl's hair as he laid in your lap, eye closed and lost in thought as you both listened to the song 'In Between Days' by The Cure. You weren't sure what he was thinking about, but part of you felt as though he was reliving his past and overthinking the his actions too. It was songs like these that made you feel your past creeping up on you again. You didn't mind thinking about your past. Your father had been sick for a very long time. You had killed people before but you would do it all over again to save those you cared about. You wondered if Carl felt the same.
He didn't let anyone into his head. He never had a problem showing emotion around you, he just preferred to lay in your lap as you both reminisce of the way things were before and you glide your fingers through his messy locks of hair. It calmed you as well, being able to hold him in that way, a way he wouldn't let anyone else.
The winter was colder, so often times Carl would make his way over to where you were sitting on the couch and lay his head down in your lap looking for the comfort that only you could give him. Sometimes he'd fall asleep on you but you didn't mind. You were an insomniac anyways, so having something as soothing as Carl's short and heavy breathing as you lied awake helped you relieve the tension of the day.
"Are you still awake?"
The blue eyed boy looked up at you, finally opening his eyes and letting a tear slip down his cheek. He looked beautiful that way. His eyes were stormy and the light shining in through the windows of your living room cast shadows across his face and made his freckles seem electrified.
"Yes." Was all you replied with. It was all you could reply with since you were still zoned out.
He moved so he was sitting next to you on the couch and eased you down onto his lap so he could return the loving gesture. You made yourself comfortable against the cold denim of his jeans and felt his hands run through your (H/L), (H/C) hair.
"(Y/N), I don't know if I've told you this before, but Robert Smith is a wonderful musician. I can see why you and your dad liked him so much." He said, as you started to fall asleep against him.
"Yeah. He really is. This song reminds me of you."
"How so?"
You sighed. "It's a beautiful irony. Isn't it? The song seems so happy and uplifting at first glance, but there's so much meaning behind the lyrics and the more you think about them the sadder the story gets. But it is also beautiful. It's beautiful in the way that it reminds you of all the times you felt infinite, the times your heart was broken, and the overwhelming sense of being forgotten but then remembering how meaningful love is."
He was silent for a moment before he spoke "I've never had someone understand me on a level that emotional before. It's kind of nice being around you. I don't have to say anything and you've already got me all figured out. It's why I love you."
You felt the importance of his words flow through your mind and travel down every part of your body. It was so nice to be told you're loved and not from your parents. You weren't sure if there was a greater feeling then that of being loved. And you were loved by Carl so it was extra special.
"I love you too Carl."
And with that, you drifted off to sleep, Robert Smith filling your ears with happiness and Carl underneath you, rubbing small circles in your hair and making you feel infinite. You only felt infinite with Carl. Next time you listened to this song, you knew you would be reminiscent of this moment.
(Gifs aren't mine, sorry the story was so short it's currently 4:00 am and I am on day #2 without sleep)
I would love this to be honest
I say screw it...I want to perform some Wiccan rituals and walk through graveyards with my Witch at dusk....all while I play songs from Astari Nite and The Cure while we both draw out the four corners and symbolic elements on a Pentagram arranged in the dark woods near the headstones....if that makes me a Witch's familiar or apprentice,I say that's Drac as hell☺
@lunagarmadon
My Spotify wrapped from the past two years c:
