These Are Beautiful, Can We Have A Film Made From This Artwork Please.

Just another reason to love apples.

APPLE: Malus pumila

In Ireland, the apple is considered one of the foods of the dead; during Samhain apples are often piled on altars and graves, giving the festival the nickname ‘the feast of apples’. Before a funeral, a coffin may be lined with apple wood to restore youth in the afterlife. During Samhain, bobbing for apples is a common game to play; if you are to capture an apple, it is symbolic of being allowed to cross over to the island of Avalon and you will be blessed for a year. Incidentally, the name Avalon is considered to be of either Welsh, Cornish, or Breton origin, from avallen, meaning ‘fruit tree’ or the old Irish aball, meaning apple.

Cool pics, but it is clearly fabric in each one.

Ectoplasm. Ectoplasm denotes a substance or spiritual energy “exteriorized” by physical mediums. Ectoplasm is said to be associated with the formation of spirits, and is to be formed by physical mediums when in a trance state. This material is excreted as a gauze-like substance from orifices on the medium’s body and spiritual entities are said to drape this substance over their nonphysical body, enabling them to interact in the physical and real universe. Some accounts claim that ectoplasm begins clear and almost invisible, but darkens and becomes visible, as the psychic energy becomes stronger. Still other accounts state that in extreme cases ectoplasm will develop a strong odor. According to some mediums, the ectoplasm can not occur in light conditions as the ectoplasmic substance would disintegrate. Ectoplasm is considered to be a hoax, made from cheesecloth, gauze or other natural substances.

So true.

Note: This isn’t an insult/sassy come back to people to asking valid questions/statements (well maybe a bit sassy lol), none of it’s meant to offend people that are calmly trying to educate themselves to lgbtq+. Questions are always welcome!

Mesmerizing; he's one of my favorites.

The seducer, 1953, Rene Magritte

Size: 46x38 cm

The perfect poem for spring

Blessed Full Moon

It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes And roofs of villages, on woodland crests And their aerial neighborhoods of nests Deserted, on the curtained window-panes Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests! Gone are the birds that were our summer guests, With the last sheaves return the laboring wains! All things are symbols: the external shows Of Nature have their image in the mind, As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves; The song-birds leave us at the summer’s close, Only the empty nests are left behind, And pipings of the quail among the sheaves. - Longfellow

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Bigby Wolf - Sean Gordon Murphy

Still obsessed with this book. LOOK AT THE DESIGN. Its made to look like an old library book with margin notes and extra stuff like postcards, letters and news articles. I mean… it can’t get any cooler than this.

Absolutely love this, just look at that face. 😍🥺

werewolf park ranger

she loves her job and helps keep the deer population under control

Beautiful cover on a true classic

Book of the Day

“The Metamorphosis and Other Stories” by Franz Kafka