In order to fly, all one must to do is simply miss the ground.


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Like a hard candy with surprise center







          This living hand, now warm and capable
          Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
          And in the icy silence of the tomb,
          So haunt thy days and chilt thy dreaming nights
          That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood
          So in my veins red life might stream again,
          And thou be conscience-calm'd -- see here it is --
          I hold it towards you.
                                                           John Keats

Hater, what are you lookin' at?


By O.






Some people should have a «DO NOT HOLD HANDS» on their faces. Then some people could be happy to have a heart.

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First post on this blog


I believe in nothing
Not the end and not the start
I believe in nothing
Not the earth and not the stars
I believe in nothing
Not the day or not the dark
I believe in nothing
But the beating of our hearts
I believe in nothing
100 suns until we part
I believe in nothing
Not in sin and not in God
I believe in nothing
Not in peace and not in war
I believe in nothing
But the truth in who we are
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I'm actually listening to.. Whisper War album by The Cab.

Pic: Chase Duncan Kerby. Also Here & There.