Kyleshallperish
Reblogged from pseudomorrow
“There are mighty cities on Yuggoth—great tiers of terraced towers built of black stone like the specimen I tried to send you. That came from Yuggoth. The sun shines there no brighter than a star, but the beings need no light. They have other, subtler senses, and put no windows in their great houses and temples. Light even hurts and hampers and confuses them, for it does not exist at all in the black cosmos outside time and space where they came from originally. To visit Yuggoth would drive any weak man mad—yet I am going there. The black rivers of pitch that flow under those mysterious Cyclopean bridges—things built by some elder race extinct and forgotten before the things came to Yuggoth from the ultimate voids—ought to be enough to make any man a Dante or Poe if he can keep sane long enough to tell what he has seen.”
Reblogged from splintersandmilkshakes
“It was a godless sound; one of those low-keyed, insidious outrages of nature which are not meant to be. To call it a dull wail, a doom-dragged whine or a hopeless howl of chorused anguish and stricken flesh without mind would be to miss its most quintessential loathsomeness and soul-sickening overtones.”
-H.P. Lovecraft (The Case of Charles Dexter Ward)
"Memory sometimes makes merciful deletions."
Reblogged from thefretfulmonroe
H. P. Lovecraft (The Case of Charles Dexter Ward, 1927)
(Source: thefretfulmonroe)
Reblogged from pompouspaul
“Before his eyes a kaleidoscopic range of phantasmal images played, all of them dissolving at intervals into the picture of a vast, unplumbed abyss of night wherein whirled suns and worlds of an even profounder blackness. He thought of the ancient legends of Ultimate Chaos, at whose centre sprawls the blind idiot god Azathoth, Lord of All Things, encircled by his flopping horde of mindless and amorphous dancers, and lulled by the thin monotonous piping of a daemoniac flute held in nameless paws.”
~ H.P. Lovecraft, “The Haunter of the Dark”
![hellyeahcthulhumythos:
“[O]utside the ordered universe [is] that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes.” — “The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath” by H.P. Lovecraft.
All credit goes to Paul Carrick for the picture. Great job!](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1tbxjRh7X1rsm5rvo1_1280.jpg)
Reblogged from hellyeahcthulhumythos
“[O]utside the ordered universe [is] that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes.” — “The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath” by H.P. Lovecraft.
All credit goes to Paul Carrick for the picture. Great job!
Matthew Haywood: H.P. Lovecraft - The Colour Out Of Space (1927)
Reblogged from matthewhaywood
THE COLOUR OUT OF SPACE
H.P. Lovecraft
West of Arkham the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut. There are dark narrow glens where the trees slope fantastically, and where thin brooklets trickle without ever having caught the glint of sunlight. On the…
"Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth’s fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread."
Reblogged from inwondermentoflife
The Dunwich Horror - H.P. Lovecraft (via thebroodingstonecolossus)
(Source: inwondermentoflife)
