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#beauty of decay
beljar · 2 years
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I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.
Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice: First Journals and Poems, 1937-1952
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lostintimenl · 9 months
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An urbex video from this train station: https://youtu.be/3Niib5R7umM
Abandoned station (Montzen Gare) Belgium Sep 2022
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disguisedfeelings · 9 months
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"Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace."
Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost
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lavenderxmenace666 · 2 years
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This photo was taken inside the mortuary room of a now abandoned catholic orphanage. The orphanage is said to have been closed in the 1970s due to abuse. I reckon that the table was used for the embalming process, to help drain fluids perhaps?
Source: Reddit r/AbandonedPorn
The photographers Instagram: (Ben James) @places_forgtten
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I was walking through the field behind our house and saw a flower growing through the eye of a cow's skull and I just,, I can't fathom the fact that in spite of all the chemicals and complex thoughts and life-changing ideas that cross our minds, in the end we're only human, a forsaken part of nature. People have thought of concepts that changed the world and then they died and from their rotting bodies grew the same flowers that grew from their pet's. For all my greif and melancholy, I could walk into my backyard and walk further and further still until I find a place worth decaying in. I could lay down in the cool, dark earth and feel the grass graze parts of me I have scarred again and again. The moss would wrap around my wrists and kiss my scars until they heal. The wind would carry moisture from the pond nearby and quench my thirst for once and for all. My misery would not matter to this earth when my body becomes one with it. Flowers will grow from the eyes that have seen the horror of human nature and then, in death, I will finally be alive.
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i found this opossum in an empty field on my walk to work the other morning. somebody had surrounded it with roses. i have been watching the change over time every day on my walks to and from work. i love the transition of both the opossum and the roses wilting away together.
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xanderrrouse · 2 years
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someday, all of us will be gone. and i think that’s a good thing.
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lisboncore · 1 year
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(pixelianska on ig)
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annapolisrose · 2 years
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Peeling... peeled paint.
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kreflections · 2 years
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Lost island ©  K Reflections
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davidcarpenterart · 1 year
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Decaying Sunflowers
8” x 12”
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the-memphista · 1 year
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Billelis & Sick Mick art
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lostintimenl · 1 year
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A urbex video from this hospital: https://youtu.be/y8pIYzhEkMg  Abandoned Hospital (Sanatorium Haus ohne Sorge) Germany July 2020
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retroactivepixels · 5 months
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Once upon a time here was a lovely lively hotel...
Built in 1977, it was so coveted that one should have relations into the communist party to get a room.
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dgeorgephotography · 2 years
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Dreams bigger than a dollar store
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hozon-e · 1 year
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Mind Palace
So it's easier for you to remember
Instagram | 𝕳𝖔𝖟𝖔𝖓
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