Caótica, Irritable, y hacía falta un poco de otoño...

19th July 2014

Photo reblogged from Cabinet of Curiosities with 78,190 notes

Source: christopher-walken

19th July 2014

Photo reblogged from Cabinet of Curiosities with 7,412 notes

artmagnifique:

VINCENT VAN GOGH. Bowl with Peonies and Roses, 1886, oil on canvas.

artmagnifique:

VINCENT VAN GOGH. Bowl with Peonies and Roses, 1886, oil on canvas.

Source: wikipaintings.org

16th July 2014

Photo reblogged from THE MAGICAL WORLD OF LOVEAGE MOONDREAM with 2,166 notes

Source: hannabloodrayne

16th July 2014

Photo reblogged from THE MAGICAL WORLD OF LOVEAGE MOONDREAM with 366 notes

Source: merricvt

16th July 2014

Photo reblogged from THE MAGICAL WORLD OF LOVEAGE MOONDREAM with 623 notes

labellefilleart:

February, Josef Maria Auchentaller

labellefilleart:

February, Josef Maria Auchentaller

Source: labellefilleart

16th July 2014

Quote reblogged from THE MAGICAL WORLD OF LOVEAGE MOONDREAM with 10,185 notes

Your head is a living forest full of song birds.
E.E. Cummings  (via loveage-moondream)

Source: seabois

16th July 2014

Photo reblogged from THE MAGICAL WORLD OF LOVEAGE MOONDREAM with 61 notes

horror-is-not-dead:



About a year ago, I went through about a two week period in which I barely slept, and when I did, it was not very restful. I had been researching some creepy stuff, and I came unto the idea of demons or something who sat of the chests of sleeping people and sucked their life from them. The thing was that people would sometimes wake up, and would be unable to move because of this force holding them down. Science now tells us that this is called sleep paralysis, when your brain and conscious mind is awake, but your body is still in a form of sleep, and doesn’t move.But damn, it sure felt like something else.The first night of those two weeks, I woke at three am. Only, it was just my mind that worked. My limbs felt like lead, my entire body was unable to move. My head screamed for at least a twitch, but it did no good. Worse, it felt like something was weighing down on my chest, almost like I was being held down. It felt like this weight was so immense, I was unable to breathe.But the worst thing was the voices.I swear to God I think I heard voices.It sounded like an entire mob of voices, I couldn’t tell if any were men or women, but I could tell they were deep. They seemed to whisper to each other, in a breathy way that I couldn’t understand their words, but the whispering seemed so loud that it filled my ears to the point I heard nothing else.This whole time I was panicking on the inside. I was trying so hard to scream but my mouth wouldn’t open, trying so hard to move but my limbs were dead.Suddenly, it was all gone.My whole body jerked, finally free to move, and I gasped for breath, my heart racing. The room was dark, and the only sound I heard was the fan above my head.The next day, I found this necklace of rosary my great aunt gave me that was apparently blessed by the pope, and wore it every night to bed. I didn’t sleep much, due to the fear that it’s happen again, but when I did, the rosary was the only thing that seemed to put me at ease.Those two weeks, I periodically had nightmares where I was alone in darkness, seeing forms and shapes slink just out of view and hearing the same voices in a language I didn’t know. I could move in my dreams, but I felt that if I did, they’d find me.This is a true story.
Submitted by MARYTHISISFORYOU.

horror-is-not-dead:

About a year ago, I went through about a two week period in which I barely slept, and when I did, it was not very restful. 
I had been researching some creepy stuff, and I came unto the idea of demons or something who sat of the chests of sleeping people and sucked their life from them. The thing was that people would sometimes wake up, and would be unable to move because of this force holding them down. Science now tells us that this is called sleep paralysis, when your brain and conscious mind is awake, but your body is still in a form of sleep, and doesn’t move.
But damn, it sure felt like something else.
The first night of those two weeks, I woke at three am. Only, it was just my mind that worked. My limbs felt like lead, my entire body was unable to move. My head screamed for at least a twitch, but it did no good. Worse, it felt like something was weighing down on my chest, almost like I was being held down. It felt like this weight was so immense, I was unable to breathe.
But the worst thing was the voices.
I swear to God I think I heard voices.
It sounded like an entire mob of voices, I couldn’t tell if any were men or women, but I could tell they were deep. They seemed to whisper to each other, in a breathy way that I couldn’t understand their words, but the whispering seemed so loud that it filled my ears to the point I heard nothing else.
This whole time I was panicking on the inside. I was trying so hard to scream but my mouth wouldn’t open, trying so hard to move but my limbs were dead.
Suddenly, it was all gone.
My whole body jerked, finally free to move, and I gasped for breath, my heart racing. The room was dark, and the only sound I heard was the fan above my head.
The next day, I found this necklace of rosary my great aunt gave me that was apparently blessed by the pope, and wore it every night to bed. I didn’t sleep much, due to the fear that it’s happen again, but when I did, the rosary was the only thing that seemed to put me at ease.
Those two weeks, I periodically had nightmares where I was alone in darkness, seeing forms and shapes slink just out of view and hearing the same voices in a language I didn’t know. I could move in my dreams, but I felt that if I did, they’d find me.
This is a true story.

Submitted by MARYTHISISFORYOU.

Source: horror-is-not-dead

16th July 2014

Photo reblogged from THE MAGICAL WORLD OF LOVEAGE MOONDREAM with 35,703 notes

Source: themagicfarawayttree

16th July 2014

Photo reblogged from THE MAGICAL WORLD OF LOVEAGE MOONDREAM with 18,898 notes

red-lipstick:

Lisa Murphy (Australia) - Power Of A Dream, 2010    Drawings: Ink on Watercolor Paper

red-lipstick:

Lisa Murphy (Australia) - Power Of A Dream, 2010    Drawings: Ink on Watercolor Paper

Source: saatchiart.com

16th July 2014

Photo reblogged from Vive Oculto with 90 notes

red-lipstick:

Nerina Canzi (b. 1958, Argentina) - Pigus (Pig), 2013      Drawings

red-lipstick:

Nerina Canzi (b. 1958, Argentina) - Pigus (Pig), 2013      Drawings

Source: nerinacanzi.blogspot.com

16th July 2014

Photo reblogged from BAM! with 12,031 notes

16th July 2014

Photo reblogged from Alphredo with 148 notes

i-love-art:

Harry Bunce | Restaurant au Renard 

i-love-art:

Harry Bunce | Restaurant au Renard 

Source: sugar-free-art

16th July 2014

Photoset reblogged from with 2,073 notes

suicideblonde:

Eva Green in The Dreamers

Source: danasculy

16th July 2014

Photo reblogged from THE MAGICAL WORLD OF LOVEAGE MOONDREAM with 23 notes

loveage-moondream:

Howard Pyle ~ The Haunted House 1904

loveage-moondream:

Howard Pyle ~ The Haunted House 1904

15th July 2014

Photo reblogged from THE MAGICAL WORLD OF LOVEAGE MOONDREAM with 3,318 notes

Source: weheartit.com