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Claire Keane

Product Placement
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Kiana Khansmith

JBB: An Artblog!
Acquired Stardust
NASA

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Peter Solarz
we're not kids anymore.
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A veces solo nos queda resignarnos a esperar y esperar por nuestro amor verdadero. Y odio esa estupidez de ver a todos enamorados mientras que yo no tengo a nadie.
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Asrai
In Brythonic mythology, an Asrai is a type of aquatic faerie similar in some ways to mermaids, nixies, selkies, sirens, or morgens. Some sources describe them as timid and shy, standing only between 2 and 4 feet tall, while others depict them as tall and lithe. They are said to look like beautiful young maidens, sometimes as young as children, while actually being hundreds of years old. They may have webbed hands and feet, resembling some descriptions of selkies
If an Asrai is seen by a man, her beauty is so great that, according to folklore, the man will instantly wish to capture her. The Asrai are as deathly afraid of capture as they are of the sun, for if captured or if even a single ray of sunlight touches them, it is said that they die and turn into a pool of water.
The tale told of one fisherman who caught an Asrai claims that the touch of her skin was so cold, that where the Asrai touched his arm while pleading for her freedom – and her life – the flesh has never been warm since.
Their inability to survive daylight is similar to that of the Scottish Fuath.
¿Donde estará?
La pequeña niña lloraba, desesperada por no encontrar a su madre entre el gentío. Sus cortas piernecitas se movían a gran velocidad mientras proclamaba fuertes alaridos que, increíblemente, no despertaban la curiosidad de la gente que la rodeaba. La pobre se sentó en una mugrienta banca y se echó a llorar otra vez. Pensaba en los ojos de su madre cuando le había dicho que volvería en un segundo. Sin embargo, cuando el sol estaba a punto de desaparecer entre las montañas, un viejo señor se le acercó con una sonrisa lobuna y le preguntó: ¿Dónde está tu madre, pequeña?
Ojos de gatos, por Andrew Marttila.
Hoy me miré al espejo y la primera palabra que vino a mi mente al ver mi reflejo fue: Grotesca.
Rebloguea esto si alguna vez has pensado en el suicidio como opción.
Mis muñecas sangraban, lentamente iba perdiendo la noción del tiempo y de espacio. Sentía que flotaba, que mi alma salia por aquellas cortadas, y poco a poco, mi dolor mental iba desapareciendo. iba a morir, sabia que ya no iba a llorar mas, ya no iba a sufrir, ya no iba a sentir, dormiría. dormiría para siempre. pero al final no logre. Fui tan inútil que no pude suicidarme.