"It’s true that you could snap my neck
But I trust you’ll save my life instead.”

"It’s true that you could snap my neck

But I trust you’ll save my life instead.”

Icono by KaeMantis

Icono by KaeMantis

artkour:

reaill:

*insert macklemore lyrics*


I want to date him

artkour:

reaill:

*insert macklemore lyrics*

I want to date him

obonic:

THis is all your Uncle’s fault.

obonic:

THis is all your Uncle’s fault.

archiemcphee:

Today the Department of Awesome Animal Hybrids explores the work of Italian artist Alessandro Gallo. He hand-sculpts wonderfully strange and unsettlingly realistic characters who are part human, part animal, usually dressed in everyday clothes and sometimes engaged is perfectly ordinary activities such as reading on a bench, playing the guitar or having a swing in a park.

"Expertly reproducing human and animal anatomy, Gallo blends the two to create convincing hybrids of man and beast. The works produce an almost eerie sense of unheimliche, as Freud put it: when the familiar becomes uncomfortably strange.”

Gallo just opened a solo exhibition of his newest series of hybrid figures on display at the Jonathan LeVine Gallery in New York. The show is entitled Strani Incontri, which is Italian for “Strange Encounters” and runs through October 4, 2014.

Visit Alessandro Gallo’s website to check out more of his fascinating sculptures.

[via Visual News and Hi-Fructose]

newageofhorus:

Sermo VII
The Seven Sermons to the Dead Septem Sermones ad Mortuos
by Carl Gustav Jung, 1916
Yet when night was come the dead again approached with lamentable mien and said: There is yet one matter we forgot to mention. Teach us about man.
Man is a gateway, through which from the outer world of gods, daemons, and souls ye pass into the inner world; out of the greater into the smaller world. Small and transitory is man. Already is he behind you, and once again ye find yourselves in endless space, in the smaller or innermost infinity. At immeasurable distance standeth one single Star in the zenith.
This is the one god of this one man. This is his world, his pleroma, his divinity.
In this world is man Abraxas, the creator and the destroyer of his own world.
This Star is the god and the goal of man.
This is his one guiding god. In him goeth man to his rest. Toward him goeth the long journey of the soul after death. In him shineth forth as light all that man bringeth back from the greater world. To this one god man shall pray.
Prayer increaseth the light of the Star. It casteth a bridge over death. It prepareth life for the smaller world and assuageth the hopeless desires of the greater.
When the greater world waxeth cold, burneth the Star.
Between man and his one god there standeth nothing, so long as man can turn away his eyes from the flaming spectacle of Abraxas.

Man here, god there.
Weakness and nothingness here, there eternally creative power.
Here nothing but darkness and chilling moisture.
There wholly sun.

Whereupon the dead were silent and ascended like the smoke above the herdsman’s fire, who through the night kept watch over his flock.
ANAGRAMMA:
NAHTRIHECCUNDEGAHINNEVERAHTUNINZEHGESSURKLACHZUNNUS

newageofhorus:

Sermo VII

The Seven Sermons to the Dead 
Septem Sermones ad Mortuos

by Carl Gustav Jung, 1916

Yet when night was come the dead again approached with lamentable mien and said: There is yet one matter we forgot to mention. Teach us about man.

Man is a gateway, through which from the outer world of gods, daemons, and souls ye pass into the inner world; out of the greater into the smaller world. Small and transitory is man. Already is he behind you, and once again ye find yourselves in endless space, in the smaller or innermost infinity. At immeasurable distance standeth one single Star in the zenith.

This is the one god of this one man. This is his world, his pleroma, his divinity.

In this world is man Abraxas, the creator and the destroyer of his own world.

This Star is the god and the goal of man.

This is his one guiding god. In him goeth man to his rest. Toward him goeth the long journey of the soul after death. In him shineth forth as light all that man bringeth back from the greater world. To this one god man shall pray.

Prayer increaseth the light of the Star. It casteth a bridge over death. It prepareth life for the smaller world and assuageth the hopeless desires of the greater.

When the greater world waxeth cold, burneth the Star.

Between man and his one god there standeth nothing, so long as man can turn away his eyes from the flaming spectacle of Abraxas.

Man here, god there.

Weakness and nothingness here, there eternally creative power.

Here nothing but darkness and chilling moisture.

There wholly sun.

Whereupon the dead were silent and ascended like the smoke above the herdsman’s fire, who through the night kept watch over his flock.


ANAGRAMMA:

NAHTRIHECCUNDE
GAHINNEVERAHTUNIN
ZEHGESSURKLACH
ZUNNUS

jisuk:

Karasu is a free web novel taking place in feudal Japan. The plot is heavily focused on yokai (Japanese monsters), centering on a tengu monk/healer named Shichi. You can read it here.

jisuk:

Karasu is a free web novel taking place in feudal Japan. The plot is heavily focused on yokai (Japanese monsters), centering on a tengu monk/healer named Shichi. You can read it here.

kristenplescow:

Sketch for Aethiel and Muriat! Both took about 1:40h, although somehow Muriat’s came out a bit cleaner. <__>

Icono, by Ezra_Starscale

Icono, by Ezra_Starscale