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この花のように、私たちもみな死ぬ。 Like these blossoms, we are all dying.

Katsumoto - The Last Samurai (via konnichiwamybitches)

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Original artwork: anima-parilis

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Original artwork: George Redreev

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Original artwork: Tom Kysters

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"This morning, I saw a running man. He passed by my home, panting. Limping. Running desperate. I tried to stop him, but he would not meet my eye. This noon time, I saw a running man. He was coming down from the mountain, holding a bag. His knees were bloody, his face covered in tears. This evening, I saw a running man. He was leaving town, legs pumping like a terrified heart. I think he was missing a hand. Is it that he wouldn’t meet my eye, or that he had no eyes? Now I wish I could remember. There are many things I wish I could remember.”

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"Your rhinestone eyes are like factories far away."

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"Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead."

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Punk was about succeeding without any skills except honesty. Honesty isn't easy though. That's where the art, unironically, comes in.

Richard Hell