Work in progress leak

City of Sternfall - concept

-Samantha Tailor-2012-

mysticplaces:

abandoned building, photos by Xosé.

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theoddmentemporium:

JEWELLED SKELETONS, 1600S:

‘Taken from the catacombs of Rome in the 17th century, the relics of twelve martyred saints were then attired in the regalia of the period before being interred in a remote church on the German/Czech border.’

- Immortal, Toby de Silva

MORE + AN INFORMATIVE ARTICLE.

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theoddmentemporium:

Puzzlewood is an ancient woodland site, near Coleford in the Forest of Dean, Gloucestershire, England. The site, covering 14 acres, shows evidence of open cast iron ore mining dating from the Roman period, and possibly earlier.

In 1848 some workmen, after moving a block of stone in the woods, found a small cavity in the rocks. In this cavity, hidden away, were three earthenware jars containing over 3,000 Roman coins. No-one knows why the coins were hidden away in the cliff face nor by whom.

J. R. R. Tolkien, a frequent visitor to the Forest of Dean, may have visited Puzzlewood, and many believe Puzzlewood was the inspiration for the fabled forests of Middle-earth, such as the Old Forest, Mirkwood, Fangorn or Lothlórien contained within The Lord of the Rings. J.K Rowling is also said to have visited Puzzlewood, and it may have been this that influenced her idea of The Forbidden Forest in the Harry Potter books.

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archetectural work in progress comments welcome :)

-Samantha Tailor 2012

synkr0nized:

I think I’m developing a sinus infection.

Jush, who clearly writes way better porn than me. (via sillyfacemccoy)

- this worrys me deeply

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my life

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I lay my words,

for none to hear,

for at least none will listen,

for the rambling of the mind as quite discinant confined in one’s head.

For all my worry,

my sadness,

and woe,

are my burdan bound,

as whips to the penetant,

and chalice to the parched,

The joys i feel as i walk my path are lost in the wind,

the victories i raise my glass to,

the heart i lack, twised and befouled by bitterness.

for i am Alone,

Shriek harpy, your siren song i feel the rancid breathe upon me, guided ever through the storm.

reason, holds me pause as i remember and fear the enchantment but desire drives me,beyond the rocks, to clear waters; whose chilled sighs wash over, whose sun’s light is dimmed. and i return to the lone road.

All alone, my heart on a platter, lain at a table of silver and dust.

for this would seem the chosen way for me, no angel or daemon to tempt me,

I sit, i wait, i must.

S.T.

jacobsever:

Powerful

it took me a moment to realise, i thought ” but they’re a strait couple”…”then it hit me” ^ powerful

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