The wet eyed beasts from the seal diorama in Bern

You were born an abomination. From the moment you crawled out of the ruins of your mother’s body, the spitting image of the scourge that plagued the streets you called home, you were destined for great and terrible things. Not a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and never one to disguise the ugly truth with a beautiful lie, you have all the tact and subtilty of a charging bull seeing red. Just like his father that one, they used to say. Oh yes, they loved to liken you to your sire, seeing him in your knowing glares and sly grins, until the day you took his face and made it your own. Now the alleys you walk are yours and only yours, an inherited legacy built upon the pain and twisted bones of those you keep under lock and key. This is your empire, personal playground, but for how long?

FAN GIRL SCREAM. Just joking, she doesn't even go here. How's her? Just creep up into my inbox yeah? No even keep in touch </3

I had a magazine through the post the other day, while I was looking though it, I came across this page of coastal hanging ornaments. They are really cool.