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My Simply Guava has transformed into a lovely ghost girl. I have been trying to figure out what to do with this girl for ages. Well I think I have at some point thought about making her a ghost but forgot. On Saturday in the middle of the night I woke up after I dreamed about her. Eyelids, painted eyechips and the white painted eyelashes where all part of the dream. I dreamed of flying butterflies and the word Monark popped into my head. I love it when I get inspiration dreams, even though I can't get back to sleep for a while ^-^. I will get her a pure neemo body, but need to wait for a bit :/.
Ghost walks are very populair in York. While I was enjoying a big latte in the local Starbucks, I could capture this picture. It was warm inside... poor guy :)
Many thanks to the window, it makes the rule of thirds quite clear :)
Several of these ghost bikes have recently cropped up around London. They serve as poignant reminders of London cyclists killed on the roads
The LI 150 during its makeover. Jim Becker helped me to paint the Lamb; actually he did most if not all of the painting. I had thought of leaving it entirely "ghost" white.
A species of Omphalotus
Also known as Nest shaped
Scientific name: Omphalotus nidiformis
Found in Ourimbah State Forest, NSW, Australia
one photo of a serie for a classwork.
doing works in few time is hard, XDDD
Thanks to Core for being my favorite model!!^w^
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Y solo en castellano porque sereis los unicos que lo entendais, es Marujita Diaz tras su septimo lifting, XDDDD
so sometimes i have this feeling when im looking through super old places that i can never really inhabit them, because they have too much preexisting baggage. that traveling through them/visiting them is like being a ghost, sort of floating through but not really settling. what to make of this? i suppose its a good thign for an american to encounter somethign other than plastic houses and flickering tv screens. but where does it fit/how do i take it with me? or do i?
As the moon got lower towards the horizon, the high winds above us got faster and louder.
Occasionally, a white puff of precipitation would pass high above us very fast, not at all cloudlike, and always heading towards Ghost Mountain in the distance.
As we prepared for bed, the moon had set and the sounds of distant laughter sprang up from all directions. I knew in my rational mind that these were packs of coyotes, but there was something strange about their howls; they sounded so much like the drunken laughter of women. For the rest of the night, I couldn't shake off the eerie familiarity and humanness of their cackles.
I had read that Native Americans who lived here hundreds of hears ago believed these mountains to be haunted, but staying here at night certainly gave me the feeling that they were on to something.
A sardonic, punch drunk ghost with breath that would kill 1000 bastards sons of a skunk, Wheezy Pete haunts/wanders the graveyard in search of his next "fix" (which more often than not comes from some punk kids who hang out there).
Nothing seems to be able to quench his thrist and with his trademark bowlers hat, he's known as the resident "scam artist spook." Rarely seen sober.
Subject originates from a topic on the GameSpot forum for the PS2 game "Ghost Rider". Topic: "What would his kid look like?".
Located in the northern bank of the Yangtze River, Fengdu is said to be the abode of ghosts. It was built according to Chinese imagination of the Sheol. There are the Hades, judge and all kinds of devilkin. After the death of one person, the Hades will judge his behaviors when he is alive. If he is good, he will go to the heaven, otherwise, he will be strictly punished.