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ssoja:

I started my third moleskine sketchbook a year ago, and well, these are all the sketches I made in one year…

I think I definitely need more free time ! `___`

magnacarterholygrail:


"The Queen of Rap, slaying with Queen Bey!"

I’M HAVING A HEART ATTACK AND A COUPLE OF LIGHT STROKES
kingcheddarxvii:

Not the heroes we thought we needed but the heroes we really needed all along

burritorama:

sizvideos:

Video

Is it wrong that i need this at my wedding?

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becausebirds:

Experience “Horse Riding Falconry” from the back of a majestic Golden Eagle. People of Mongolia use these beautiful birds to hunt on the steppes of Western Mongolia in the Atlai Mountains. watch the video

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hotaruarc:

I’ll have a table at Creative Talent Network this year. You should come say hello if you’re going.
I made this specifically for CTN, and it’s massive. I’ll also be selling my 2014 sketchbook, other prints, and whatever else I can get together before that time.

toastyhat:

23devil:

ultrafacts:

Source: 1 2 If you want more facts, follow Ultrafacts

marriage is fucked up

slightlyfrumiousbandersnatch

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seanbeanisaredshirt:

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ksteeno:

spoookyscary:

After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.
The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.
The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.
Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.
Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”
When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.
Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”

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Irish women are strong as fuck

I’m Irish and I can conclude that we are motherfucking metal

proteesiukkonen:

I Am a Bride

A short comic inspired by Finnish werewolf folklore in which it is many times the wedding couple and/or the entire wedding party that is bewitched to turn into wolves by a resentful guest or family member.

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