POLLY DALLAS

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  • kawaiiteatime:

toadstool beret
  • kawaiiteatime:

toadstool beret

kawaiiteatime:

toadstool beret

pollyfern:

Finished! This painting will also be available to purchase in my online shop when it opens in a few weeks time #mushrooms #toadstools #miniature #painting #drawing #illustration #ink #watercolour #gouache

pollyfern:

Finished! This painting will also be available to purchase in my online shop when it opens in a few weeks time #mushrooms #toadstools #miniature #painting #drawing #illustration #ink #watercolour #gouache

shallowsprings:

⊱ crystals ⊹ fantasy ⊹ nature ⊰

notkatniss:

………has this been done before

bienenkiste:

Jean Paul Gaultier F/W 2006

bienenkiste:

Jean Paul Gaultier F/W 2006

darkface:

Vulture dance (by Hat’Man)

darkface:

Vulture dance (by Hat’Man)

agostinoarrivabene:

Agostino Arrivabene elogio della plvere 2013.

oil, human ashes , on wood cm 57,5 x 75,5 .

www.agostinoarrivabene.it

zannaka:

PLOMP @ Artereal Gallery Louise Zhang

unknown-user-name:

Tiago Pinheiro by Koji Arboleda for Fucking Young!

unknown-user-name:

Tiago Pinheiro by Koji Arboleda for Fucking Young!

woluf:

liquidnight:

"Varjak felt dizzy. He looked down. By the man’s shiny black shoes, there were two sleek black cats, stalking into the Contessa’s house. They were nothing like Mesopotamian Blues. They looked much larger and stronger, even than Father or Julius, and there was something frightening about the way they moved. As if they were two parts of one body, working together perfectly. Too perfect. Varjak glanced from one to the other, and couldn’t tell them apart.
They came right up to him, and looked down at him with identical eyes; eyes as smooth and black as their fur. He trembled.
"Who are you?" he said. There was no flicker of understanding in their eyes, no expression, nothing. They just pushed him aside as if he wasn’t even there, and took up positions, flanking the staircase."
Illustration by Dave McKean from Varjak Paw by SF Said

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woluf:

liquidnight:

"Varjak felt dizzy. He looked down. By the man’s shiny black shoes, there were two sleek black cats, stalking into the Contessa’s house. They were nothing like Mesopotamian Blues. They looked much larger and stronger, even than Father or Julius, and there was something frightening about the way they moved. As if they were two parts of one body, working together perfectly. Too perfect. Varjak glanced from one to the other, and couldn’t tell them apart.

They came right up to him, and looked down at him with identical eyes; eyes as smooth and black as their fur. He trembled.

"Who are you?" he said. There was no flicker of understanding in their eyes, no expression, nothing. They just pushed him aside as if he wasn’t even there, and took up positions, flanking the staircase."

Illustration by Dave McKean from Varjak Paw by SF Said

(via liquidnight)

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