Turning the pages of that vast grimoire of the dead, I walked then as if in dark dreams until I came to the distant shores of madness, R'lyeh, where dead Cthulhu lies dreaming, I fear, I sacrificed all vestiges of sanity, for man is not meant to drink of such absolute truths.
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azathoth, cthulhu, deep ones, lovecraft, lovecraft art
It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train—a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.
— H. P. Lovecraft, At the Mountains of Madness
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call of cthulhu, cosmic horror, cthulhu, horror, hp lovecraft
Next time you have a role playing session with friends wear your character class with this fun and iconic Bard design, just the thing for using the magic of music and sheer versatility whilst adventuring with friends. #6 in a series of #13
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critical role, d20, dnd, dungeons and dragons, jaskier
Next time you have a role playing session with friends wear your authority with this fun and iconic Dungeon Master design, just the thing whilst leading the fun and action with friends. #1 in a series of #13
Dedicated to the unique creativity of an artist that changed music forever, pushing the envelope until she was unsurpassed, starting with Wuthering Heights with a unique voice and style to match, and progressing through a powerful catalogue of beautiful and challenging music whilst trail blazing a niche that many have tried to emulate but none have equalled.
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book lover, books, bronte, catherine, independent women
Next time you have a role playing session with friends wear your character class with this fun and iconic Ranger design, just the thing for using your wilderness fighting skills whilst adventuring with friends. #2 in a series of #13
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), author and poet, remembered in a series of images. Plath was great not for her darkness but for the strength of her imagery. I commend the following masterpieces for your consideration; - Lady Lazarus, Daddy, The Moon and the Yew Tree, Ariel, Poppies in October, You're, Ariel, Edge, Walking in Winter and in prose The Bell Jar.
Spiral field of sunny sunflowers design to brighten your day, your mood, your life, though reflecting the on the start of the spiral into madness for Vincent Van Gogh and with central tribute piece to the great master and tortured soul himself.
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brighten, dutch art, fine arts, flowery, happy
Once there was a reader who sat in a lonely place, pooled over a book reading, turning the page she was astonished to see the sentence; - "Once there was a reader who sat in a lonely place, pooled over a book reading" - not wanting to repeat the pattern she skipped ahead a page and read then "Later that day the police were called to investigate the mystery of her disappearance" - and then she panicked, but it was too late, the strong currents of fiction were already dragging her into the book where she would live a life of a kind in prose, forever.
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book, book lover, books, books reading, bookworm
Commerating TS Elliots epic modernist poem - The Wasteland - with this haunting take on the stanza that references Dante's inferno, featuring London Bridge.
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altered states, avante garde, city scape, death has undone so many, fractured
“Go out in the early days of winter, after the first cold snap of the season. Find a pool of water with a sheet of ice across the top, still fresh and new and clear as glass. Near the shore the ice will hold you. Slide out farther. Farther. Eventually you'll find the place where the surface just barely bears your weight. There you will feel what I felt. The ice splinters under your feet. Look down and you can see the white cracks darting through the ice like mad, elaborate spiderwebs. It is perfectly silent, but you can feel the sudden sharp vibrations through the bottoms of your feet.
That is what happened when Denna smiled at me.I don't mean to imply I felt as if I stood on brittle ice about to give way beneath me. No.
I felt it.
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bard, beautiful woman, book, denna, dungeons and dragons
London
BY WILLIAM BLAKE
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse
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black and white, city, england, fog, great britain