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hello vonnie
occasionally subtle
Cosimo Galluzzi
NASA
One Nice Bug Per Day
taylor price
Three Goblin Art
d e v o n
Game of Thrones Daily
noise dept.

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Keni

Discoholic 🪩

PR's Tumblrdome
Show & Tell

Andulka

#extradirty

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Misplaced Lens Cap

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@zygomatikprocess
I plan on watching a movie at some point in the future
Vintage Fold-Out Anatomical Diagrams
Seizure, Male, 25 years old, 2010
Suicide with gun, Male, 40 years old, 2010
Illness, Female, 60 years old, 2010
Murder, Male, 40 years old, 2010
Suicide with shotgun, Male, 60 years old, 2011
Murder, Male, 40 years old, 2011
Suicide with gun, Male, 45 years old, 2011
Overdose, Female, 40 years old, 2010
Overdose, Female, 30 years old, 2010
At the Hour of Our Death
Death, like birth, is part of a process. However, the processes of death are often shielded from view. Today in Western society most families leave to a complete stranger the responsibility of preparing a loved one’s body for its final resting place. Traditional mourning practices, which allowed for the creation of Victorian hair jewelry or other memento mori items, have fallen out of fashion. Now the stain of death is quickly removed and the scene is cleaned and normalized. As Phillipe Aries writes, “Society no longer observes a pause; the disappearance of an individual no longer affects its continuity”.’
At the age of seventeen, I lost a friend to suicide. While visiting his home the day after the event, I witnessed a clean-up crew steam cleaning the carpet in his bedroom. All physical traces of the past 24 hours had vanished.
These large-scale color photographs capture and fully illuminate swatches of bedding, carpet and upholstery marked with the signs of the passing of human life. The fabrics which are first removed by a trauma scene clean up crew, are relocated to a warehouse before being destroyed. I tack each swatch to the wall and use the crew’s floodlights to illuminate the scene. The images are my attempt to slow the moments before and after death into a single frame, to allow what is generally invisible to become visible, and to engage with a process from which we have become disconnected. - Sarah Sudhoff
missing child poster template canva
Rust on a hand from prolonged postmortem contact with a gun barrel.
alcohol has no known effect on the human body
i thibk i should have died for a meaningless cause
The human heart stripped of fat and muscle, with just the angel veins exposed.
i could add a few more stages to grief if they let me
microdosing hell by being awake and literate
sometimes ill go onto jackbox.tv, name myself "SCARY GHOST" and just type random codes in until i find a game and then just vote randomly
“REDRUM”
Giacomo Carmagnola
i dont know any band members i just enjoy sounds
count dracula? uhhh ok. one
🧛 nathing vrong vith me