.: A Story Told In Scars :.
Scars, they are more than skin deep…
My body is a story book, it tells what I’ve lived though, a reminder of the past that is burned into my mind and shown on my skin. Each a part of who I am and my journey getting there. The lines on my arms much like soldiers waiting for battle, unconnected but uniform, not wanted nor appreciated, parallel to one another added on to me by the shadows of my past. The hole in my right side made by the blade forced in with hostility, the feeling around my legs has not completely returned from all the kicking. My legs with dark scars where he hit me there, the others scars that make up the rest of my body tell the tale of abuse, my ribs aren’t the same, it hurts too often. Over time some have faded, others have made there home but the love from the people around me make me feel like the horrendous shell I call my body doesn’t matter but the character inside it. The blood and tears used to create this painting on my body are nothing but a faint memory, what matters now is the story I create from those experiences.
I JUST SCREAMED THIS TITLE OUT LOUD. I SUGGEST YOU DO THE SAME BECAUSE ITS THE MOTHERFUCKING CTHULUPILLAR.
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Agostino Arrivabene
the fire of Athena 1996
drawing ,pencil on paper cm 22 x 18
“The preserved cadaver of a ten month old Lycanthrope, discovered by Edward Harrell, 1836, Lida.”
This infant was 10 months old, and died from starvation. Edward found this specimen buried in the snow in Lida, Lithuania. One side of the specimen was crushed by the weight of the body, although the body is in a good state of preservation. The skin is almost all intact, as are its teeth, even tiny whiskers on its face.
Did anyone ever test it to see what it actually is? I mean I’m open to the idea of things that go bump in the night, but if this were infact a real lycanthrope, they wouldn’t just be a legend anymore.o-o Since this would be physical evidence of their existence.
(via starsinthegutter)
