In The Back Of My Mind
All the things that inspire me.
Everything I am.
All the little things,
In the back of my mind.
In The Back Of My Mind
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Mythology Meme - 2/8 Lengendary creatures
In Slavic mythology, a rusalka (plural: rusalki or rusalky) is a female ghost, water nymph, succubus, or mermaid-like demon that dwelt in a waterway.According to most traditions, the rusalki were fish-women, who lived at the bottom of rivers. In the middle of the night, they would walk out to the bank and dance in meadows. If they saw handsome men, they would fascinate them with songs and dancing, mesmerize them, then lead them away to the river floor to their death.
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This is nothing, ignore this.
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"Being alone is like being in total darkness.
Blind.
And, I’d rather be there than in the warm embrace of the light, because eventually you start to see again in that total darkness.
But, you don’t see what only light can show you, you get to see what darkness can show you.
Something beyond reality. Something deeper."
jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)
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now we’re getting into some more advance Dad Aesthetics 
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Aquatica Benedicta - A beach from lake Ontario 
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Dreams;So close, yet so far.
I have started a new project through which I wish to convey my emotions using only my hands. To check more photos from this project, click here. :)
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Mythological Creatures // The Wendigo.

All cultures in which the wendigo myth appeared shared the belief that human beings could turn into wendigos if they ever resorted to cannibalism,  or, alternatively, become possessed by the demonic spirit of a wendigo, often in a dream. Once transformed, a person would become violent and obsessed with eating human flesh.


The Wendigo was gaunt to the point of emaciation, its desiccated skin pulled tautly over its bones. With its bones pushing out against its skin, its complexion the ash gray of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets, the Weendigo looked like a gaunt skeleton recently disinterred from the grave. What lips it had were tattered and bloody [….] Unclean and suffering from suppurations of the flesh, the Weendigo gave off a strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of death and corruption.