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Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again;
For I am like the Moon,
you will see me with new face everyday.

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— Rumi

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her parents lock her in her room, so she takes to summoning demons for company

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brianmichaelbendis:

Endless Saturday: Destiny by Frank Quitely

brianmichaelbendis:

Madman by Frank Quitely

brianmichaelbendis:

Madman by Frank Quitely

at Grain Belt Bottling House

at Grain Belt Bottling House

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failingupwards:

Back in the day we would refer to anything that was intensly awesome as “Like A Sonny Chiba punch to the head”

bestpersonevaaaar , unfocus

skies-ofskaia:


trydain:

camwyn:

lostinhistory:

prinnyemperor:

gigaguess:

You fucked up you seriously fucked up.

actual photo of maryland


Rise of the Crustaceans.

Category 0.5 kaiju.

CRAB BATTLE

Category 0.5 Kaiju

skies-ofskaia:

trydain:

camwyn:

lostinhistory:

prinnyemperor:

gigaguess:

You fucked up you seriously fucked up.

actual photo of maryland

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Rise of the Crustaceans.

Category 0.5 kaiju.

CRAB BATTLE

Category 0.5 Kaiju

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therusty-anchor:

Just leaving this here.

therusty-anchor:

Just leaving this here.

you can get away with murder if you’ve got a badge

Among the many forms of the grotesque, I find the one whose roots are steeped in despair more unusual and complex. The other forms have less intensity. It is important to note that the grotesque is inconceivable without intensity of feeling. And what intensity is deeper and more organic than despair? The grotesque appears only in very negative states, when great anxiety arises from a lack of life; the grotesque is am exaltation in negativity. There is a mad launch toward negativity in that bestial, agonizing grimace when the shape and lines of the face are contorted into strangely expressive forms, when the look in one’s eyes change with distant light and shadow, and one’s thoughts follow the curve of similar distortions…

The complexity of the grotesque born out of despair resides in its capacity to indicate an inner infinity and to produce a paroxysm of the highest tension. How could this intense agony manifest itself in pleasant linear curves and formal purity? The grotesque essentially negates the classic, as well as any idea of style, harmony, and perfection.

— Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair (via visualtraining)

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