Martine Bosch

Thu, 12 Jan 2017 08:48:16 +0000

“… Earth does such things to itself: furrowing, cracking apart, bursting into flame. It rips openings in itself, which it struggles (or not) to skin over. The moon doesn’t care about its own craters and bruises. Only we can regret the perishing of the burned place. Only we could call it a wound.” — MARGARET ATWOOD, FROM ‘A FIRE PLACE’, MORNING IN THE BURNED HOUSE


    Eerie | Creepy | Surreal | Uncanny | Strange | Macabre | 不気味 | Mystérieux | Strano | Photography |

    You're right it's true, I will surely die without the likes of you, I have done it before. And where did you go this time love? I am losing my sense of you, I cannot find you. Was it too much for you to take? Did you close the door, turn off the light, and go back to bed again with Guilt and Demon? When will you learn that I am not here to torment you? There is nothing you can do or be that is not beautiful to me!

    reptilectric

    In Roman mythology, Dea Tacita ("the Silent (or Mute) Goddess") was a Goddess of the Dead. In later times, She was equated with the Naiad Larunda. In this guise, Dea Tacita was worshipped at a festival called Larentalia on December 23. Goddesses Mutae Tacitae (Mute Goddesses) were invoked to destroy a hated person. These silent Goddesses are the personification of the terror of obscurity--- Fear - Vogue.it

    Depression always with you, stone in de beschrijving town ik hem wilde pinnen. Het mooie vind ik dat ze hier de depressie als een wit figuur hebben afgebeeld. - 2011

    kintsugi - When things crack and break, it is repaired with gold, making the object more valuable than it was originally. What was at first thought as unworthy or unwanted is now precious.

    un-intoxicate: free glow-jobs

    Aleksandra Milnkovic

    Dark Photography / Woman / Surreal / Death / Gothic / Creepy // ♥ More at: https://www.pinterest.com/lDarkWonderland/

    The Taint Inspiration

    nataliadrepina: “Model: @jennydagon Costume Designer: Agnieszka Osipa Autumn dies… Her body and spirit wither like fallen leaves. Her trembling hands keep the vial filled with blood drops of birds...