anarchistlovesongs:

domme-chronicles:

strangeremains:

Skull, found in France, with a knife still embedded it it.  The skull belonged to a Roman solider who died during the Gallic Wars, ca. 52BC. It was on display at the Museo Rocsen in Argentina.  

Whenever I see things like this, I wonder how they died. I guess it will always be a mystery.

I’m gonna go with “Stabbed through the head” 

anarchistlovesongs:

domme-chronicles:

strangeremains:

Skull, found in France, with a knife still embedded it it.  The skull belonged to a Roman solider who died during the Gallic Wars, ca. 52BC. It was on display at the Museo Rocsen in Argentina.  

Whenever I see things like this, I wonder how they died. I guess it will always be a mystery.

I’m gonna go with “Stabbed through the head” 

(Fuente: derwiduhudar, vía books-rome-weirdness)

disharmonicvariations:

MMXIV- Dark Circles

disharmonicvariations:

MMXIV- Dark Circles

keepmywhiskeyneat:


TRUE STORY
One morning, I was awakened by a knock at the door. I rolled out of bed, threw a blanket over my shoulder because it was cold, and made my way to the front of the house. I opened the door and a very nice lady of some sort of christian denomination handed me a pamphlet and launched in to a well-rehearsed spiel about accepting jesus in to my life when she stopped mid sentence and gave me a peculiar look. I used this pause in her speech to politely decline her offer and wish her a pleasant morning. It wasn’t until I looked at what she handed me that I understood why I stopped her in her tracks and then proceeded to laugh for the next half hour by myself.

keepmywhiskeyneat:

TRUE STORY

One morning, I was awakened by a knock at the door. I rolled out of bed, threw a blanket over my shoulder because it was cold, and made my way to the front of the house. I opened the door and a very nice lady of some sort of christian denomination handed me a pamphlet and launched in to a well-rehearsed spiel about accepting jesus in to my life when she stopped mid sentence and gave me a peculiar look. I used this pause in her speech to politely decline her offer and wish her a pleasant morning. It wasn’t until I looked at what she handed me that I understood why I stopped her in her tracks and then proceeded to laugh for the next half hour by myself.

(vía jamaicanyelloww)

sloppy:

Cruxby, Brian Vu
magicsystem:

untitled by ⚡⚡⚡⚡ on Flickr.

elenahelfrecht:

Just a compilation of the Ukrainian part of my “Rituals” Series, taken in Itzki. You can see the full series on my Website.

Website
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(vía emwolfilie)

eve-victus:

Artwork by pishchanska

"Ukrain born (now living in the USA) photographer Olia Pishchanska is quite a storyteller. She doesn’t tell her stories with words though, her photography says it all. Looking at her work will lure you into a dark world filled with pagan ritualism, haunting figures and mystery." - Article

(vía emwolfilie)

(Fuente: hollyiy, vía loknica)

(Fuente: tanzdreamer, vía loknica)

catonhottinroof:

Teodoro Wolf Ferrari 
L’isola misteriosa (1917)

catonhottinroof:

Teodoro Wolf Ferrari 

L’isola misteriosa (1917)

(vía abystle)

neil-gaiman:

FAME AT LAST. #EverySimpsonsEverView more Neil Gaiman on WhoSay

neil-gaiman:

FAME AT LAST. #EverySimpsonsEver

View more Neil Gaiman on WhoSay

euo:

Inge Grognard

euo:

Inge Grognard

(vía aleatoryalarmalligator)