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Beyond The Veil - Marion Angouleme

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Andrew Blucha - The Garden of Deception

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Natalia Deprina photography

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uromancy

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Imagine you love a country. You read about it, you study its language and history, you invite a native speaker for a few months so you can learn to speak better. You plan a trip, buy a little house there and you're so happy about it. You spend money and resources to move your stuff there and then, finally, you travel.

The crew is very hateful towards you, avoiding you, but you manage. It's fine, it'll be different when you get there. Your ship wrecks at the shore but luckily, you survive and then finally finally, you're there.

The country is very pretty. It's nice. But you have severe allergies, can't eat much of the food there so you have to figure out something to eat. When you finally find the perfect food, you're met with a hateful response. The people here are judging you and your diet. It's honestly a nightmare, not at all what you imagined. You start considering going back home.

And then a group of people break into your house. They ruin your bed, break your stuff, steal your money. And when you come back home, catching them in the act, they attack you with a knife. So you run out the window, scared for your life.

You decide to go back home, defeated and sad. This country was not at all what you dreamed of.

You're count Dracula.

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This is everything. 

Richard Avedon - Anjelica Huston Wearing a Dress by Geoffrey Beene (Vogue 1970)

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Edwin Howland Blashfield (1848-1936), ‘Angel with Flaming Sword’, “Century Illustrated”, 1893 Source

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# dog energy/cat energy but with all the ofmd couples

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classic scifi novels by men r always like. page 1 here's a cool scifi idea i had. page 2 i hate women so much it's unreal

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Vimes liked the rain… . Some of the best nights of his career had been rainy, … head tucked in so that there was barely anything showing between his helmet and his collar, and listened to the silvery rustle of the rain.

My first animation (or Samination, as I call it)!!

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#thefolly #riversoflondon #wellhetries

Nightingale: I need an apprentice who is good at concentration and listens well to what I can teach about magic and preferably knows a few languages like Latin, German or Arabic.

Peter:* trys to interview a ghost and nearly sets everything on fire or lets everything explode while constantly experimenting*

Nightingale:I want that one

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i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.

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One of my fav things to do is to be the “Oh I know someone for that” person

I never used to understand what “making connections” looked like but it turns out it’s standing at a party and saying “I’ve been thinking about getting into the film industry” and someone saying “Oh, Sarah works in the film industry” and Sarah yelling from accross the room “Did someone say my name?!?!?!”

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Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post

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imagine someone thinking of you and buying you flowers

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An ode to my sewing needle

How many miles does she skip?    Bifrost tail trailing neatly,    Behind an un-seeing eye,    Blind to what she weaves,    But sure in her punctured path

Could she measure her own trek?    More traveled than most,    Making highway hours fly,    Mending as she creates,    Mundane to all but myself

Does she know of my owed love?    Eons of ancestral pulled fibre,    Echoed humanity in napped ivory,    Ebbing steel between fingertips,    Ends pulled stitch-tight,

Sealed with a knotted kiss.