Mother's Day Artisan Crafts FeatureMother's Day is celebrated one day of May in most countries (either the 10th, 15th, 26th, 27th the first, second or last Sunday) and I just couldn't let it pass without an artisan crafts feature. There's a great variety of crafts celebrating motherhood, full of emotions and love.Mother's Day Artisan Crafts Feature1 year ago in Art Features More Like This
Congratulations to all mothers, all honorary mothers, all mothers at heart, and all mothers of angels
Memories of tiny feet. by Nataliaraya
the wolf who cried boy.and in the white, they staythe wolf who cried boy.2 days ago in Personal More Like This
after all, this is how it ends
all lies and no starlight gaze.
Vicky, the unborn child.I had to drove her to the hospital, she's my upstair neighbour. her water broke, she doesn't have a car. and there was never a father or boyfriend in the picture. they sent an angel to watch over the newborn, as they always do. he showed up late with a metallica shirt and a little drunk, that kid's real lucky. although he's the newborn's guardian angel he stays at my place most of the time. seldom talks. perfect roommate. would be nicer if he paid rent. first time he saw a weather forcast he was mesmerized. to this day he still watches it motionless as a coffin nail and drowned. I like him. the girl'd 6 now. he's job is at its hardest. he doesn't wear ties and suit anymore. just doean't woth the effort. last week FBI showed up with a picture that looked somehow like Gabe (let's call him Gabe from now on just for the fun of it.) they said he's a suspect in multiple suicide attempts. he didn't come back. i'm actually very worried, other than watching over people. he's not goodVicky, the unborn child.2 months ago in Personal More Like This
Possessional DemonologyPossessional Demonology2 years ago in DeviantART Announcements More Like This
Opening the Darkest Door
I have recently come across a most disturbing phenomenon in my studies of the Diabolic Infestation of the Soul. It seems there is a most frightening psychological conundrum when considering the concept of demonic possession even the most remote possibility of reality upon our earthly plane is the notion that just believing it may be true could very likely be the spark needed for the Demon to discover, seek out, and ultimately inhabit its next vessel of evil: You.
From the Exorcist through Paranormal Activity, generation after generation of “believers” seem to have come to the reali
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Here are some of the works I found during the last few weeks!
the boy who carried a lantern. They're back, every friday morning there's this ritual in my backyard. which I'm not a part of. happy not to be. this six-hour-long circus. starts at 2 in the morning. I don't know any of these people. I don't think they live anywhere near these parts, but here they are. their performance isn't always the same. sometimes they make whale noises 6 hours straight, no breaks. a while back I started naming them and make up stories about them, some sort of a "third-person imaginary group therapy for one" if you will. Gerarld's my favourite. killed his wife and children 28 years ago, and went on the run. spent 4 years in Alaska staring at the snow and humming with the wind. then came back and became a respected serial killer. he likes Walt Whitman, he's drowned in him. his wolf, Nemesis hunts elks and brings them back and the two of them sit and enjoy a happy meal. he's always smiling and telling other troubled poeple that everything's gonna be alright. he especially likes tothe boy who carried a lantern.2 months ago in Personal More Like This
lost in the psychiatric ward.Look, I've been a grave robber for 31 years. I was born in it, lived in it. won't die in it, no. I'll be smashed to pieces. I've been a grave robber my whole life and what follows was a weird thing even for me, never seen anything like this. one night, one damned night the wind was blowing from the northwest. more like a breeze. but there was this weird smell by the pine trees. I told myself 'tonight's gonna be hell, i'm fucking telling ya!' but it wasn't. so, I was digging this grave, a 12 year old. and there was the body of 12 year old boy, alive. and not rotten. by satan's unholy tail I swear, turn me into a toad if I'm lying. alive and as well as a newborn cheetah. so I helped him out and we sat by the grave, wierd little company. thank God for vodka. the first thing he said to me was 'gonna rain later'. yeah, thanks. you have weather forcast in the otherworld, what else?lost in the psychiatric ward.2 months ago in Personal More Like This
he was buried alive in 1968, it was some hippie thing. a dare of some kind or a deal. I'm not sure, the kid was
InternshipSo I'm officially an intern at _________ (don't think I should really tell right now) for graphic design and also web design. They are gonna teach me all kinds of stuff, and once I've learned a good bit, they'll start paying me to do what I love. I'm just....so stoked right now. So high on life.Internship3 years ago in Personal More Like This