House of Minst

unimpressedcats:

turn those frowns upsidedownzzz

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c0untessbathory:

A Voyage to the Moon,Gustave Doré,1868

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somente-essa-noite:

Mind-Bending Photo-Manipulations by Erik Johansson

Erik Johansen’s pictures are worth more than a thousand words. The German born, Swedish based photographer enjoys nothing more than manipulating the mind with his tantalizing visual imagery. His vivid imagination and surreal forms create brilliant pictures of surreal moments, all with a hint of the believable. Originally a computer engineering student, Johansson currently works on personal projects as well as commissioned ones.

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theartpopcollector:

I think we all know who won this one

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The number of inches you leave my door open is the number of inches the depth of my knife will be in your chest

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disorders:

i do this really cute thing where i shut down and hate everybody

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The Fork and the Electric Outlet

ravencor:

The pavement is cracked, what life that comes forth is twisted because the way through the concrete is a long and crooked path. Petty flowers are crushed underneath, only weed pushes through. They told me life would find the light but I see only death in the vegetation on these desolate roads. A lamp hang suspended over the street and its white gleam makes even this filth appear sterile.

It has been long since I have stood on the ground, although my heavy boots still separates me from any real contact. I uproot a handful of plants and they are crushed so easily in my grip.

There is a sound from the air duct that I was sent to investigate. Something is stuck amongst the fans, a heap of black feathers and blood that appear black under the cold stare of my flashlight.

It had went down in flames, with entrails splattering as metal knifes churned away until lodging in the mess of bones and flesh. Strangely enough it smelled like cooking.

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lionprints:

omf this is alex all the way

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