lost stories and animal bones.

He/They. unless explicitly stated otherwise, the photos were taken by me. Content warning for animal remains and possibly disturbing images. you have been warned.

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Late night train ride home.

Picture taken and edited by me, please do not repost or upload without my consent. Thank you.

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Highland sheep skull on rabbit fur. 2025

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Currently this is my only piece of true taxidermy, something I got at a market instead of usually doing things myself. It's very small, but I am actually quite fond of it.

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Some beetles I got from an antique shop. Very happy I managed to get my hands on these for such an affordable price.

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fox skull on rabbit fur. (upper skull only)

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Roe deer skull on rabbit fur.

while not completely clean yet, I decided it would be a good idea to post this as its one of my newer additions to my collection. I didn't collect this one myself, but got it off another collector for a relatively affordable price. its my first full skull and I'm very happy to now have it in my possession.

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A young rabbit, late June 2024.

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Sheep bones.

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Deer skulls, real rabbit fur.

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Jars of various bones and teeth.

Rabbit, crow and deer.

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Crow, mink and two rabbit skulls.

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Not caring enough to check it's contents, I lift the mug up to my lips and take another sip of the lukewarm, bitter liquid it holds.

It's pathetic, but I don't care.

I don't sleep anyway.

I lie there reading, the pages bringing me some sort of false comfort.

But only for a moment.

Maybe, I'm delusional. My mind dissolving into an irrational fantasy world, where I no longer have to deal with the burden of being a human being.

But I will always repeat the cycle over and over again, just wishing for something to change. But it doesn't.

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The insomniac.

It's one in the morning, and once again I cannot sleep.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.

My body feels heavy and my eyes cannot focus on the ceiling above me, but still, nothing happens.

So, i write. Somehow in my half unconscious state, I am more creative than I have ever been, illustrating short poems and stories on a notes app for me to upload the next day.

I don't quite know how to finish this one today, so maybe I'll just say goodnight.

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He reaches out to touch my face, his thumb tracing the path where my tears once where.

I'm not sure if I can even look back at him because of the guilt I feel, the acid in my heart that never stops burning.

I desperately hope that he can forgive me some day, because I don't think I can forgive myself. Not after this.

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The moon sings to me, it's voice tender and loving. Too gentle, too hopeful for a disgusting creature like me to even be able to comprehend.

The song smothers the sounds of my pitiful wailing, making my bones feel a dull ache deep beneath the marrow.

This cycle continues until my cries are snuffed out completely, overshadowed by the heavenly melody of the moon and the dark sky above it.

I find myself slowly slipping downwards, the last traces of life slowly leaving my body and spilling out. Staining the clean, white bedsheets that will soon become my grave.

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The well.

It's over. I take a deep breath as I feel the damp floors beneath my feet, a gentle breeze wafting against my face and cooling my skin.

I start to feel my way around in the darkness, no form of light nor direction to guide me. All I know is that it's wet, and that the sun might never reach me again.

It's been hours now.

"Maybe I should take a break?" I think to myself, my legs worn and aching from my attempts at escape. My skin itches, missing the soothing touch it once had before, now barren and scarred.

The thought of sleep beckons me closer like a siren, singing to me with temptations of a dreamless existence. One without worry or doubt.

It catches me unawares, dragging me downwards until I lie against the cold cobbled floors, feeling the dampness seeping into my clothes.

I feel my eyelids slowly drifting shut, sealing my eternal tomb and cutting off any chance of escape and salvation.

There's no point in fighting against it now, as I succumb to the dark void that devours me, sucking the consciousness out of my once busy and worry wrought mind.

Finally letting me fall asleep.

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