dionysion:

mmeflamel:

- She is coming, mum…

In Norwegian folklore Pesta was the evil personification of the Black Plague. She was an old, ugly woman, dressed in black and she went from cottages to castles, to farms and small cabins, everywhere. If she used the rake, someone could survive. If she used the broom, everyone was going to die.

Norway lost 2/3 of its population, 80 % of the nobility perished. The survivors lived all over the country, often isolated in narrow valleys. The population was small and did not recover to a normal level until the potato was introduced 150 years ago.

Norway lost its indepence and was ruled by Denmark until 1814, and by Sweden until 1905. The poor, defiant, isolated and independent peasant was the seed for the very typical egalitarian Norwegian who lives in this frozen land of the North up to this day.

Drawing by Theodor Kittelsen, 1896 

this drawing was also used for the Svarte Dauen demo by Burzum

all of my dreams lately have revolved around getting drunk, going on an adventure of some sort, getting laid, and eating a disgusting amount of chocolate.
that is how much i think about these things.
they plague me even in my dreams.

doinwork:

Shark week, Every week.

doinwork:

Shark week, Every week.

(via spookular)

(via spookular)

malformalady:

Fish hook penetrating the eye

malformalady:

Fish hook penetrating the eye

morelydia:

shenaniganations:

This, though. 

I love when we reframe issues to illustrate them as they are- the perpetrator’s problem.

morelydia:

shenaniganations:

This, though. 

I love when we reframe issues to illustrate them as they are- the perpetrator’s problem.

(via icollectfreckles)

museumuesum:

Jeffrey Silverthorne
Woman who died in her sleep, from the series Morgue Work, 1972
gelatin silver print

museumuesum:

Jeffrey Silverthorne

Woman who died in her sleep, from the series Morgue Work, 1972

gelatin silver print

(via someworriedshoes)

rhamphotheca:

Gaboon Viper (Bitis gabonicus) enjoys a tasty treat :3

(photo: Danleo)

(via unclegrimace)

lonely. day off tomorrow and i don’t want to see anyone i know around here. what’s a lady to do.