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I am thinking of making this my new background…
rockscissorsandpapercuts: Dan Flint | You Me At Six
stayclassyhoes: themainethings: this is fucking perfect, yes Pat. I love you Patrick Kirch. i fucken’ love them.
kirbbomb: A long poem I wrote about the wall. The M Wall Who knew the thirteenth letter could mean so much? And it was even on a wall. A wall; the hard, cold structure of separation. Black paint seethed into the foundation, thus forming adjacent worlds. It was a gift for us. People might say it was just on a brick wall. Only non-believers would say that. That is why they were on the outer part of the two worlds. The inner core. The ones there didn’t even see it. And they still can’t see it. Then there are those of us who are outside looking in. The thirteenth letter was an act of compassion that a hero team of five presented to us. We saw it as something they needed us to see in a retrospective way. My eyes have never laid vision on the symbol. But, I know deep in the constant beating of my heart that it meant something for a beginning adventurer such as I. It was in black and white that this foundation was built. White took over as it covered the black. Time passed. Now it is no more. It’s gone, but it never left. It’s still here. It’s still making our hearts beat. In black and white.
jacksonswaby: Native Indian Head-dress made from modern components. WIP this one is freaking awesome. omg. so. much. meaning.
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