Kintsukuroi,
“to repair with gold”, the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver and understanding that the piece is more ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ for having been broken.
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$LAYYYTER
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Kintsukuroi,
“to repair with gold”, the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver and understanding that the piece is more ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ for having been broken.
indie genji ━ written by trinity
Kintsukuroi,
“to repair with gold”, the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver and understanding that the piece is more ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ for having been broken.
indie genji ━ written by trinity
whispers i wanna come back
honestly me and @kaleldoscopic do the lords work.
wararmored:
but you're the corn dad
warcorrupted:
jack morrison is cornbread
weatheredsoldier:
you've let your own muse down smfh...
?... ??? corn
comes online to ??? cornbread ??
ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɢ ʜ… ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴅ ᴏ ɴ ᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ.
( Independent Ellie )
@xendure
I close my eyes, but I can’t fall asleep, my body dying for rest while my mind’s wide awake.
Haruki Murakami (via lehnzerr)
I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.
history clings to us like cobweb a REQUIEM for who we used to be but in the space between us we built a C E M E T E R Y in it, lay rest two graves one for Y O U & one for M E
but the depths remain UNTOUCHED we’re stuck in RECKLESS eternity
( ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ, ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ, & sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ )
Soldier: 76 && Reaper
MAMA SAID THE PISTOL IS THE DEVIL’S RIGHT HAND
penned by: jones
(❁´▽`❁)*✲゚* my baby boy
IT WAS AN ACT OF POLITICAL SACRIFICE ! ( sacrifice? )
anyway follow this hacker
FEEL THE FURY CLOSING IN.
nowhere to run from all this havoc. nowhere to hide from all this MADNESS.
i hope y’all know my boy totally has freckles