I made this copper bangle with copper wire-wrapped fox teeth and I love it so much I’m not sure I could sell it!

Row of roes

When I say roes just fall on me. These are just a part of all the roe bucks I have – most of them found nature-cleaned in the forest, mind you. Roe are overpopulated here.

Also that’s when I realize my first roe, the one on the left, is incredibly big compared to the others. Its antlers are longer than my hand, and you can see the skull is a lot wider than the one next to it (yeah I know the angle is skewed but still). I love this ? How animals within the same species can differ a lot.

The other ones not pictured here are like the ones on the right, skull mostly broken, because it’s what nature will give you. I like it. I need a saw to make the back even enough to pose/hang. I also have a great painted one I bought from the lovely @vulturegeorge that I have not yet unpacked since I moved flats.

I have decided that the fact that I find so many means my daemon/patronus must be a roe. I’m kinda okay with that.

psychomorbis:

hematolagnia + AHS Hotel

ex0skeletal:

GIFT WRAPPED by J3HR

what does the word “eviscerate” entail for you (as in just meaning, nuances, feel, atmosphere)

unsettlingstories:

You mean, “what does the word ‘eviscerate’ entrail for you?”

😀

It’s wet, horrifying, but at the same time, the releasing of an enormous burden.

augustdementhe:

ginbottles:

Probably won’t get as many notes on this one, but I still like to share!

SWEET CHRIST, I LOVE IT.

hordeoftheflies:

Guys, I hit the MOTHER LOAD on Saturday!
My dad and I went shed hunting again, hiking through the Perryville battlefield and to what used to be a farm before the owners sold it to the park for historic reasons. I had gotten my ho.rse and g.oat skulls from it beforehand and now, after exploring the old graveyard (what we call places where farmers drag their deceased liv.estock) again, I discovered THREE do.g skulls! They’d had Great Pyre.nees do.gs, which is what the biggest skull is, but I’m not sure about the two small ones… Makes me sad, man. After two hours of frantic, excited digging with my bare hands, I only found half of each of the mandibles for both small do.gs and a pair belonging to a FOURTH d.og whose skull I didn’t see, as they’re too small for the big skull. I plan to go back soon to find the rest. My dad also found a baby sku.nk skull and a haw.k skull (I believe it’s illegal to own so I’m going to put it back in the woods), as well as a piece of tree chewed by a be.aver! Then I finally found a shed. :3c

I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart;

Jorge Luis Borges, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “In a Deserted Streetcorner,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)