ophelies:

A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS PORTRAITS (click to enlarge)

from left to right: count olaf, violet, sunny and klaus baudelaire, bertrand and beatrice baudelaire, esme squalor, duncan and isadora quagmire, carmelita spats // x x

Favourite Books - American Gods by Neil Gaiman

Without individuals we see only numbers: a thousand dead, a hundred thousand dead, “casualties may rise to a million.” With individual stories, the statistics become people — but even that is a lie, for the people continue to suffer in numbers that themselves are numbing and meaningless. Look, see the child’s swollen, swollen belly, and the flies that crawl at the corners of his eyes, his skeletal limbs: will it make it easier for you to know his name, his age, his dreams, his fears? To see him from the inside? And if it does, are we not doing a disservice to his sister, who lies in the searing dust beside him, a distorted, distended caricature of a human child? And there, if we feel for them, are they now more important to us than a thousand other children touched by the same famine, a thousand other young lives who will soon be food for the flies’ own myriad squirming children?

(inspired by mmorrow’s magazine-type photosets)

“People will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No use, that is. No plot.”
— Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

I took another step. He stilled. Our bodies were almost touching now. I reached up and cupped his cheek with my hand. This time the flash of confusion on his face was impossible to miss. He held himself frozen, his only movement the steady rise and fall of his chest. Then, as if in concession, he let his eyes close. A line appeared between his brows.

“It’s true,” I said softly. “You are stronger, wiser, infinite in experience.” I leaned forward and whispered, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. “But I am an apt pupil.”

daysofstorm:

London Literary Map
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daysofstorm:

London Literary Map

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geekymerch:

Wooden book boxes

Vintage books in appearance, these are actually wood boxes which are wood-burned and hand-decorated. The “spine” opens into a drawer- perfect for jewelry, trinkets or any other keepsakes! 

Find these and more at RFabiano on Etsy!

deerlet:

OK SO I REALLY debated putting up some of my school work, but with a nudge from another artist I decided I OUGHT TO! This was my final project for my publications class. One of the options was to design a book and since I’m an overachiever I chose to do an entire bookset. HANNIBAL.

The sleeve was laser engraved out of red touche paper. Since this was a publication class I also did the book jackets and some inside illustration/publication design which you can see {here} and {here}

{do not repost without commentary or artist credit}


Armageddon only happens once, you know. They don’t let you go round again until you get it right.

Armageddon only happens once, you know. They don’t let you go round again until you get it right.


People wept. Mothers brought me their babies to kiss, and old men bowed over my hand, their cheeks damp with tears.
Sankta Alina, Alina the Just, Alina the Bright, Alina the Merciful, Daughter of Keramzin, Daughter of Ravka, Daughter of the Fold, Rebe Dva Stolba

People wept. Mothers brought me their babies to kiss, and old men bowed over my hand, their cheeks damp with tears.

Sankta Alina, Alina the Just, Alina the Bright, Alina the Merciful, Daughter of Keramzin, Daughter of Ravka, Daughter of the Fold, Rebe Dva Stolba

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145piccadilly:

B I G    B R O T H E R   I S    W A T C H I N G    Y O U
∝  A mix inspired by “1984”  a novel by George Orwell 

“If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—for ever.”

“Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power.”

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