“Looking mortality in the eye is no easy feat. To avoid the exercise, we choose to stay blindfolded, in the dark as to the realities of death and dying. But ignorance is not bliss, only a deeper kind of terror.”

— Caitlin Doughty, Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

What would you want done to your body after you die?

Buried? Cremated? Thrown to the wolves?

I’m always on the fence, there’s so many options! getting cremated and pressed into a diamond would be cool, but so would the grow-a-tree biodegradable urn. but I’m also very partial to the classic personal mausoleum so that I can rise again in style, which would be hard to do from a chunk of synthetic diamond.

scrapula:

Wolverine, Gulo gulo.

strange-gods:

strange-gods:

the old saints

ANNOUNCEMENT! To anyone attending Wave Gotik Treffen this year, prints of these fine folks will be available on the 19th only, at the booth for Anthony Jones and Monica Richards. They will be perched somewhere in the medieval village, so hunt like ravening hounds through the madding crowds and find them. Send me a picture.

emerald-of-the-eight:

Skeletons of a warthog and mountain goat articulated for veterinary examination. Photographs by Ron Pippin.

aqua-regia009:

Ghismonda with the heart of Guiscardo (Detail), 1650 – Bernardino Mei

Forest Gods and Guardians

wodneswynn:

You ask Ullr to bless your hunt. You get one buck with an impressive rack.

You ask Freyr to bless your hunt. You get a few fat does that fill your freezer, and a few skinny ones that wouldn’t have survived the winter.

You ask Odin to bless your hunt. You get three chipmunks, some blurry photos of Bigfoot, and an old leatherbound hunting journal that had belonged to your grandfather, who disappeared in these same woods all those years ago ….

You ask Skadi to bless your hunt. The cops never find their bodies.