If you’re a horror movie buff, or just someone who once saw something terrifying on TV as a kid (Poltergeist clown, anyone?) and have been traumatized ever since, Kindertrauma is your not-so-safe haven. These guys KNOW their scary movies and can help you figure out where your “kinder trauma” came from. I was tortured for years by the image of a man with patchwork skin from a movie I couldn’t recall the name of. I asked everyone for help online and off, but nobody could help me, not even Google himself! I finally came knocking at Kindertrauma’s door, and they swiftly solved this disturbing enigma for me. The only thing? It wasn’t even a childhood trauma; the movie came out when I was 15! Obviously my sense of time was scarred as well! (Embarrassing.) —Marie

Of Another Fashion
You know what? Upper-class white women were not the only women who dressed up back in the day. Brown and yellow and black girls in had parties to go to, hair to curl, poodle skirts to iron, and saddle shoes to scrub too! Of Another Fashion is a digital archive dedicated to the vintage fashion of women of color in America. One reader sent in a photo she found at her local post office of a black woman in a two-piece yellow halter pantsuit chilling on the curb with a little boy in high-waisted denim railroad pants, a LOVE tee, and a driving hat. A photo of a group of Mexican-American flappers posing in a park in Southern California is a reminder of how desperately we need to inject some color into our vintage memories. Even more impressive are the stories that accompany these photos, like the one behind this picture from 1942 of three Japanese women dressed to the nines on their way to Manzanar internment camp. The curator of this Tumblr, Minh-ha T. Pham, writes, “This archive … commemorates lives and experiences too often considered not important enough to save or to study.” —Jenny

Garbage Dress
Designer and blogger Zana Bayne does more with basic black than most people can with an entire rainbow of color. With her signature mop of black curls, endless inky layers, screaming red lipstick, and sick sky-high boots that would snap the ankles of a mere mortal, her style is unapologetically dark, dramatic, and sexy. And because she’s too amazing to do just one thing perfectly, she also designs a line of leather harnesses that have blown up from a fashion-world favorite (here’s Chloe Sevigny in hers!), to being custom-made for Mother Monster herself. Keep up with her latest outfits and her amazing drag-queen-filled nightlife photos at Garbage Dress, and be inspired to embrace your dark side. —Leeann

Dear Teen Me: Letters to Our Teen Selves
Dear Teen Me is a collection of letters from young-adult authors to their teenage selves. (Full disclosure: one of those authors is me.) It’s like finding an old diary or time capsule you made for yourself. You will laugh with some of the letter-writers as they celebrate their love of Star Trek and their pride about being a geek; you will cry with others as they share stories of surviving an abusive relationship, life with an alcoholic parent, or an addiction. But these are not cheesy after-school specials told with a moral at the end. They are honest reflections of the good, the bad, and the-embarrassing-at-the-time-but-hilarious-now aspects teenage life. —Stephanie

Whores at My Door
This is maybe the Tumblr Lydia Deetz would’ve kept if having floating dance parties with the undead left any time for blog updates. The mystical collages, gifs, and vintage photographs that fill the site are not necessarily “goth” or “scary,” yet they all somehow hint at a hidden world of spirits and gloom and things that come out only at night. In this exquisitely curated group, a photograph of flowers or a vintage image of two old ladies in bouffants and fancy eyeglasses suddenly becomes the most intense thing you’ve ever seen. Be warned, though: you will be hooked and will instantly start to notice the dark vibez in your everyday one-big-dark-room kinda life. —Laia

Flaming Cupcake Studio
Sometimes you just need a picture of Freddy Krueger framed in a cameo necklace, and this Etsy shop completely understands that. With a collection that includes everyone from Rob Zombie to Corey Haim, Flamingo Cupcake has the best gothic and retro tribute jewelry around. My top pick is this Dawn of the Dead pendant. Put something gruesome in a pretty red frame and it’s suddenly adorable! —Hazel

I’m embarrassed to admit that upon my first, sort of cursory look at the Your Aunt Diane Twitter feed, I was totally baffled and wondered how a New Age jewelry designer from Santa Fe, New Mexico, had managed to amass so many followers (more than 19,000). Did this lady have some MTV reality show that I was unaware of? But after giggling my way through a handful of the most recent tweets—the feed is a parody and “Diane” is a fictional, middle-aged, tantric-sex-loving legume enthusiast—not only was I ready to follow her in the virtual sense but I also wished that, like Aunt Diane, I could actually schedule an appointment with a “gynecological shaman.” The beauty of the humor here is that the character feels so authentic—no one would ever doubt that an earthy vegan woman, somehow able to reconcile her devotion to nature with this newfangled social networking technology, would tweet: “Close-minded New Mexico won’t let me legally change my middle name to a picture of a sandstone and the sound the earth makes as it wakes up.” Or: “Hosting an extra-vegan dinner party tonight where everyone brings nothing and we all just sit still.” Or: “Still need 700 more umbilical cords for my performance art piece tonight. Please RT!” —Amber

Hanging Rock Comics
Seventeen-year-old cartoonist Taylor-Ruth wrings wistful melodrama from the minutiae of teenage life. In other words, she draws what you are thinking. Not the brilliant thoughts you have in the shower or in bed at night, but the normal, boring ones à la, “If these are the best years of my life, kill me now.” And yet this series—with its nervous, slightly off drawings—manages to ascribe meaning to a period of life that often just feels like a disorganized heap of feelings and boredom. —Jamie