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Wrapping initial glams for Reve.
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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
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Scythe
Wrapping initial glams for Reve.
Deb Caletti, The Story of Us
“I saw him laugh and it was a fascinating sight. I wanted to be able to make him. I wanted to hear that boyish carefree laugh that he rarely makes, like it’s only for people close to his heart.”
— I wanted to be close to his | April 5, 2016 | 09:36 (via my-typewritten-thoughts)
mythology aesthetic ★ – — thanatos and hypnos ( greek )
and there the children of dark night have their dwellings, sleep and death, awful gods. the glowing sun never looks upon them with his beams, neither as he goes up into heaven, nor as he comes down from heaven. and the former of them roams peacefully over the earth and the sea’s broad back and is kindly to men; but the other has a heart of iron, and his spirit within him is pitiless as bronze: whomsoever of men he has once seized he holds fast — and he is hateful even to the deathless gods.
voidwalkers: for wanderer gods, for those who cross the void, for those who go beyond death, for those who run in the shadows
the threshingfloor wovenhand // to kill all kings sol invictus // the woods san fermin // pretender sarah jaffe // wayfaring stranger johnny cash // conversation with death berzilla wallin // the black angel’s death song the velvet underground // keep the streets empty for me fever ray // thanatos soap&skin // scarewulf munly and the lupercalians // trollabundin eivor ///
Martha Brockenbrough, The Game of Love and Death
“I think our shadows like each other. They seem to sit oddly close. I’ve seen them touch, a time or two, when they think they aren’t being watched…”
— skipthisvoid (via kharrisdawndancer)
“Acıyı bir gülümsemenin ardına saklayan kimse.”
Sen
Working on subtle shifts in expressions while getting back into the groove of doodling
Reblogging to appropriate refurbished character blog. Keeping the same basic design with Mors.
“Yesterday, I ate a pomegranate with my bare hands. One of the seeds had a perfect puncture wound, spitting red juice up my arm. For a moment, I could understand the grace in monsters.”
— Benjamin Clime, “Pomegranate I.” (via oofpoetry)
something old, something new.