Decay - Tumblr Posts
beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via alpacakingdom)
Abandoned diner
I can imagine and hear the music playing and see the people who used to eat here
I’ll literally pay someone money to make me an embroidery of mushrooms with that one “decay is an extant form of life” post quoted around it all fancy
This one:
You left me in October, just like trees leaving their leaves. You cared for me, nurtured me, saw me grow; I was a part of you. And then, that one autumnal day, you gave up on me. Just like the trees with their leaves, you let me fall. Now I'm withering, rotting at your feet... How is it, how does it feel, watching me die?
Emily Yvonne, You Let Me Fall
I'm numb and messed up, with raving madness of terror in my soul..
Emily Yvonne, fragments of my mind
I don't know what's going on. I don't know where I am. I cannot name it. I don't know it. Bloom or decay? Renaissance or decadence? Am I living through my death or have I been dying through my life?
Emily Yvonne, fragments of my mind
And there's chaos and the moon, snowdrops and petrichor, pomegranates and impressionism, meadows and cats, wine and literature, as well as grief and tea, the fire and the quiet, blood and handwritten letters..there's sea and languages, dreams and decay, you can follow a rabbit or dance with snowflakes, bathe in the darkness or cry bitter tears, maybe play a violin or yell out the hunger that's gnawing at you soul..carve a statue, take a picture, suffocate in rage, petals and blueberries, and walking barefeet through the woods.. ...
I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.
(via mirroir)
I've been working on this on and off for a couple of days, hopefully the first of a series of Dead People With Sugary Things. This isn't any sort of commentary on the dangers of drinking soda, btw, I just thought it would be a cool image.
The second in a series of "dead people with sweets." I had intended for this to be like the first one, more rad than gross, but then while I was coloring it I just thought, "this needs blood. and maggots." Which is weird because I have a severe phobia of insects. I guess my love of fiddly bits overpowered my fear of wriggly things. (again, NOT any kind of commentary on sugar, nutrition, diabetes or anything else, just bright colors and dead bodies.)
Convict prison, which also managed to be a psychiatric hospital
Just compiled the pictures i have taken this fall so far