SYLVAN SORCERER WINTER WARWULF

Primeval nomad of the primordial wild.


A 28 years old Scorpion boy from the mountains of Quetta, Afghanistan, Pakistan.
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Owls confirmed to be the creepiest birds ever. LOOK AT THE FUCKING THINGS. If you fail to notice the one on the left fucking SWALLOWING a rat, then you have the dude singing some satanic chant or something next to him, and then you have those two other fucking psychos synchronized to make you feel creeped the fuck out with their soulless dance of FUCKING DOOM.

I really am tempted to reblog this every time it’s on my dash. That description is one of the best things on the internet.



Yeahhhh, I want this on my blog again.

ourpoeticlives:

oculousreparo:

fuckmegentlywitha2x4:

brock-obama:

Owls confirmed to be the creepiest birds ever. LOOK AT THE FUCKING THINGS. If you fail to notice the one on the left fucking SWALLOWING a rat, then you have the dude singing some satanic chant or something next to him, and then you have those two other fucking psychos synchronized to make you feel creeped the fuck out with their soulless dance of FUCKING DOOM.

I really am tempted to reblog this every time it’s on my dash. That description is one of the best things on the internet.

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Yeahhhh, I want this on my blog again.

(Source: tubaeric, via mehrieperrie)

Afghan Nomads

Afghan Nomads

Da Kochianu kaddi landi di… kala dul’ta kala al’tha.

Da Kochianu kaddi landi di… kala dul’ta kala al’tha.

poor paradise and a rich hell.

poor paradise and a rich hell.

God made us in his image or did we made him in our imagination?

The wanderer.

The wanderer.

Death is creeping on those weeping.
There is no chance for those sleeping.
(Midnight Odyssey)

Death is creeping on those weeping.
There is no chance for those sleeping.
(Midnight Odyssey)

Random thoughts…

Random thoughts…

Scrolling through tumblr is like falling in abyss.

Shepherds keeping themselves warm in a cave, Afghanistan.

Shepherds keeping themselves warm in a cave, 

The beautiful thing about cosmos is, it is just there, spreading out into the vastness of nothingness, no matter if you look at it or not.

When pain won’t leave, we sometimes cut ourselves to let it out.

A thousand ghosts travel within the morning mist

A thousand ghosts travel within the morning mist

Let the howls be heard.

Let the howls be heard.

Have you ever been so alone that you go to sleep, just to be with people?

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