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What do you see behind closed eyes? - Hannibal Lecter

Between Nightmare and Reality. 

Pencil / Conte

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“Dos en luz dorada” Tomás Sánchez

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Rookery, Traci Brimhall

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one thing ancient civilizations got right was doing a fuckload of drugs and having visions. we need to bring that back

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Girls will be undergoing three emotional crises at once and will come on here and blog like it's all chill

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I needed to make a post about how brain-explodingly huge trees actually are and how what you think is a "mature" tree is so tiny and barely beginning its life so i drew a sketchy picture about it

Liriodendron tulipifera, known as tulip poplar (it is not a poplar, its closest living relatives outside Liriodendron genus are magnolias) is a tree common in forests of the eastern United States. It was very valued for timber and when most of the Eastern forests were clear cut, almost all of the great ancient tulip poplars were destroyed. The tallest L. tulipifera that still exists is in a secret location in West Virginia, and it is 191 feet tall

anyways logging of old growth forests is an unthinkable crime against a hundred generations of descendants

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i think the aesthetic echo chamber created by tumblr is more dangerous than the political one bcs im self aware enough to kno my politics r radical but then me and the girlies are on here reblogging body horror and very weird erotic poetry and i get offline and interact w a real person and jokingly say something like fungus is tangibly divine in the way it facilitates the eternal dance of creation and destruction which is really creation as or by destruction and theyre like what the hell are you talking about freak. the aesthetic barrier between me and a girl in a vineyard vines tee is literally insurmountable. i find the trout to be a very nietzschean fish

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Reindeer by Evgeniy Salinder (Nenets)

carved reindeer antler

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It passed outside the window on a night you couldn’t sleep — a phantom burning black against the house across the street.

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Marian Wawrzeniecki - Death Appeases Everyone (1898)

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(Albino deer, by CCCPxokkeu)

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"You've got too much soul to be handled by someone who has never been passionate."

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Have you teeth, my love?

Are they enough in number, my love?

Are they sharp, my love?

Are they sharp enough, my love?

Have you claws, my love?

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What’s up late night folks? Here’s an eerie shot I took down a pitch black road in the middle of the night