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fairydrowning · 2 years
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"I feel unspeakably lonely. And feel drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling have that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly."
-A Self-Portrait in Letters, Anne Sexton
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angelfandomfan · 5 months
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Fnaf <3
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So here is my fnaf oc, it look cute but it's my style
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narcan-necromancer · 1 year
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mistfunk · 8 months
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Mistigram: this stylish newschool #ASCIIart logo for "Purge" was drawn by Dead Soul and included in the MIST0897 artpack collection released 26 years ago this month.
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thedustyshehnai · 2 years
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I look at my hands, soft and slender, contrary to the rough and rock hard soul I posses, and a thought slips.
My hands are mortal like me. My skin is mortal. Someday my hands will be pale and cold, and I’ll be six feet below earth. There will be a commotion. There will be a few people scattered around. Recitations of prayers and a few rituals. And I’ll be left all alone with the only companions being the graves beside mine. I’ll be one of them as well. Rains. Moist earth. Worms and birds. Summer sun. Winds. Grass. Butterflies.
I wonder if I’ll be able to watch them.
Moss growing around as insects feast on me. I feel as if I am a graveyard kind of person. My fate of being a corpse seems to be a very apt metaphor. My hands, have this glee of youth in them, and one day, some day, my hands will have dirt surrounding it, they will be still and discreet, as my heart will be. Death is absurd and yet so calm. Yet so beautiful. Grass and wildflowers will grow out through my organs and the veins will be the support of the vines.
I’ll be ever so still and evolving as time.
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nielsnielsennews · 2 years
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Some shots of Niels in action with In Flames
Photos by Jarmo Hänninen
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commonplacenook · 2 months
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In short, it was all just right, as neither nature nor art can contrive, but as only occurs when they join together, when, after the heaped-up, often senseless, labors of men, nature makes a finishing pass with her chisel, lightening the heavy masses, removing the crude-feeling regularity and indigent gaps through which the bare, undisguised plan peeps out, and imparts a wondrous warmth to all that was created in coldly measured cleanness and neatness.
Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls
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stevepasztor · 2 months
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thursdayschild76 · 6 months
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My funeral... your trial
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YOUR FUNERAL… MY TRIAL
November 3th 1986
"I am a crooked man And I’ve walked a crooked mile Night, the shameless widow Doffed her weeds, in a pile The stars all winked at me They shamed a child Your funeral, my trial
A thousand Marys lured me To feathered beds and fields of clover Bird with crooked wing cast It’s wicked shadow over A bauble moon did mock And trinket stars did smile Your funeral, my trial
Here I am, little lamb Let all the bells in whoredom ring All the crooked bitches that she was (Mongers of pain) Saw the moon Become a fang Your funeral, my trial"
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ghost-bxrd · 5 months
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Prompt:
Jason is terrified of Damian al Ghul-Wayne.
Talia dipped him in the Pit, fed him lies, put him through the worst kinds of pain possible for the sake of training and turned him into a monster that went to heel when called. A monster even Ra’s was wary of.
He’s terrified of Damian, because if his mother managed to manipulate and play him like a fiddle, then she must have taught the same to her son.
Damian, who only has memories of a catatonic Jason cooing at him, cuddling him and protecting him, is becoming progressively more distressed by Jason’s perpetual cold shoulder and skittish behavior whenever Jason sees him.
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thats my president [ID: A sketch of Kristen Chilli's Applebees in her salsa hat monstrosity, menacingly approaching. There are blurry silhouettes of people and food trucks in the background. The sketch is partially painted and partially hatched]
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guttersnarls · 1 year
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quail-in-red · 7 months
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Little comic I did for @basiatlu’s hp drawtober prompt “necromancy”
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mistfunk · 9 months
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Mistigram: this newschool #ASCIIart logo for Geekboy's BBS "Stupidmop" was drawn by Dead Soul in the style of his Mist ASCII colleague Weird, and was released in the MIST0897 artpack collection released 26 years ago this month.
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nelkcats · 8 months
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Strange courtship gifts
The last thing anyone would expect is for the Joker to believe in the supernatural, but apparently Gotham was in luck, because the clown was about to make a deal with the King of all ghosts to revive his prized foe.
Said King was not happy about the request, nor did he care about the clown's feelings, but he knew it was a necessary evil. Or at least, that's what Clockwork told him; of course, Danny didn't intend to do anything for free.
The Joker got his wish, Bruce came back from the dead and Danny wondered what he should do with the clown's soul. With a shrug he decided to put it to the best possible use and wrapped it in a little bow before handing it over to Jason Todd.
Jason thought it was a joke, a cute guy giving him a gift out of nowhere and claiming that the frozen ball in his hand was the Joker's soul? Yeah, right.
However, John Constantine came through Gotham and it became obvious that it wasn't a joke and that the cute guy was more than just a regular guy. It also came with the feature that Bruce returned to the living, which made him strangely relieved.
And fuck, reckless or not, Jason needed to find the guy again and steal the air out of his lungs, because that weird ball was the best gift he'd ever been given in his life and it might as well be an engagement ring.
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nielsnielsennews · 2 years
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And....we have a selfie from tonight at the Sweden Rock Festival. Photo by the selfie king himself.
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