Country Kitchens, 1991

Jack Razor

Vampire Coven by the Phantom Painter

Okay… and hear me out. The Black Sisters.

The Earth is lesbian???

way too personal

~ Torso of Venus.

Date: A.D. 1–200

Culture: Roman

Marble: Marble

▪︎ The three ages and death.

Place of origin: Germany

Date: ca. 1509-1510

Artist: Hans Baldung, called Grien (1484/85 Schwäbisch Gmünd-1545 Strasbourg)

Medium: Linden wood

polyamory could have fixed rose tyler and mickey smith

goodnight :)

You're strong. Your undead minions are plentiful and loyal. The skulls motif in your tower is not "tacky". Your enemies are afraid of you. You don't need the approval of the living.

boys & girls

Bro, you ok? Bro, humans aren’t separate from the ecosystems around us. We’re a part of them, bro. Bro, we’re never going to have absolutely zero effect on ecosystems, because we live here, bro. Bro, I never said it had to be a bad effect. We don’t have to immediately be perfect either, bro, sometimes doing what you can is what you can, and its way better than nothing. Bro what do you mean humans are a plague. You’re starting to sound a bit like an ecofascist, bro… Bro?

ghost hunting team that keep a nonbeliever named steve around as an emergency supernatural suppressant

he waits in the car with a walkie talkie while they investigate and if things break bad they call him in. as soon as he enters everything stops floating around/trying to kill the hunters and he rolls his eyes and goes back to the car.

he’s not bluffing. i can’t emphasize that enough. he 100% believes that the hunters calling him in is either a prank, to make him feel useful, or because they’re spookable cowards who panicked when a book fell.

he stays because the money is good and he can play his gameboy in the car.

i fucking love this so much. it’s like having a service animal but instead it’s a guy named steve who owns more cargo shorts than the Gap continuously baffled by why he keeps getting befriended by goths.

Is it a curse

To want to love but not feel it

To seek for feelings and not have it

To have this loneliness pent up

And continue to eat me inside

Is it a curse

To fantasize about love

To imagine having someone

To try reaching the unreachable

And hope for the impossible