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Got a secret? Did you keep it? If not then you'll see, I've kept a close eye on each side, And there's no fooling me. Now your secret, Did you keep it? Maybe one day we'll see, Either or now, there are no bounds for they were after me. For a secret none had kept it and all that I know, Is no matter what had faltered, I guess I'll never know. ~Nora

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Incredible work by Camilo Matiz.

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holy shit

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my soul feels this

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Well that’s gong to haunt her for the rest of her life…

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(via maltylers)

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A smoldering bouquet of roses photographed by Ars Thanea

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The Truth Lies Beneath the Surface by Kamil Jadczak. “Rusałka is a slavic female demon usually appearing around lakes, ponds or rivers. She deceives men and drowns them. I wanted to show her as a dead corpse that uses a charm, so that she looks like a pretty woman when out of the water.”

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Describe the creepiest thing(s) you’ve seen in the woods or a national park

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I spent a lot of time in forests as a kid. In fact, my family travelled several hours south to the Mark Twain National Forest nearly every other weekend during the spring and fall time, and during the summer we would drive out to Colorado for two weeks, so I was no stranger to the woods growing up. The woods can be a comforting place, if it wants you there… and you’ll know if it doesn’t.

I was maybe 12 or 13 and going through a lot. At the time I was pretty severely bullied by people at school and my parents, and on the weekends, my cousins. I’m not sure exactly what was said or done, but someone had said something and I ran off into the woods crying. It was a warm day in late autumn, birds were singing, the sun was shining, and everything was bright. I walked past the fort my cousins had built, just out of sight of the camp, and pushed farther into the ravine. There was a small path, maybe a few inches wide, like a bike trail or deer path, that I was following. I remember walking all the way down to the creek bed and even following it for a while.

I didn’t notice the woods around me turning grey, like someone turned down the color saturation on an instagram picture. I didn’t notice how still and quiet the forest had become. What I did notice was someone calling my name. It broke whatever concentration I had on whatever it was that had me so enraptured, I honestly don’t remember, and all at once I realized that I needed to get out of the forest. Every instinct in my body was telling me to run, run out of the woods as fast as I could. I was shivering and tripping up the hill less than 30 seconds later. Apparently, I had wandered pretty deep into the woods, cause I came out on a trail about a 10 minutes walk away from my campsite. The sun was still shinning, the birds were still singing.

To this day, I don’t know who called my name, or why the forest suddenly wanted me gone, but I’ve learned to pay better attention to my surroundings since then.