The Living Dead at Manchester Morgue - Jorge Grau -1974 - Spain/Italy
With despair, true optimism begins: the optimism of the man who expects nothing, who knows he has no rights and nothing coming to him, who rejoices in counting on himself alone and in acting alone for the good of all.
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Jean-Paul Sartre, Characterizations of Existentialism (via philosophybits)
reblogging here because i can see this being relevant to anyone who’s ever tried to get out of an abusive relationship
Reblogging because that last comment made me reread the whole thing in a new light and realize this could be vital information. So, putting it out there for everyone, and hoping no one ever really needs it.
King Ramesses II making an offering to Ra-Horakhty
Sunken relief depicts King Ramesses II making an offering of Nu vases to god Ra-Horakhty, detail on walls inside the Small Temple of Hathor and Nefertari at Abu Simbel, Lower Nubia.
A WIP of my first ever leatherworking project. It’s gonna be a bag! And it’s gonna be adorable!
wait, you mean it’s going to get even cuter than it already is?!
SIGN ME THE FUCK UP
That’s the goal, anyway! Progress:
Painting up the main piece! Gonna antique it tomorrow. Things are going slower than I’d like, because a friend’s friend’s goat chomped a hole through my glove and fingernail and it feels like I slammed my fingers in a car door. Hopefully it’ll still be done in time for Christmas!
Everything’s painted! Now I just need to antique it and assemble the bag!
Finish is applied! Time to put everything together!
IT’S DONE! Only glued rather than sewn due to my nommed-on hand, but it still looks nice enough! Better pictures coming soon.
The Mari Lwyd is a horse-like creature found in South Wales. The Mari Lwyd is described as an undead horse a skull head and it wears a white cloak. The Mari Lwyd rises from the dead every New Year’s Eve to remind people that it exists and that it should be feared. Every year a festival called the Mari Lywd Party was help where a replica of the Mari Lwyd was made and was puppeteered by seven men and they would go door to door and sing songs asking to be let in and the inhabitants of the home had to make excuses not to let the Mari Lwyd in and once they ran out of excuses they had to invite it in and give them ale and food.
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