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wtf….I can’t even walk without tripping how she do that……
this is so beautiful
untitled by *giothangtam* on Flickr.
大阪市住宅供給公社・佃コーポ(1979年) 大阪市西淀川区佃 2016
We are all wearing masks. That is what makes us interesting.
Neil Gaiman, Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances (via poqari)
Late Snowfall
Please, don’t hate me for my desire of something bad for me. I don’t mean any harm to anyone else.
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My spelling really sucks, but this is a dream I had tonight.
This night, I dreamt about a moose and it’s child, they were in some kind of danger with their life’s on the line. I saved them. Became friends, and then my dream smoothly cut to when I was like 90 years old, on a bus, with the two moose’s (Yes, that is how it works, okay?), the moose’s was a few seats away from me, we were good friends for our whole lives. An alcoholic was fighting with another person, threw a bottle, the alcohol was covering the floor. He then took up a cigarette, lit it, the driver told him to put it out and to leave the bus, the man threw the cigarette away and began to rise from the seat... Okay. Everything on the bus, went in slowmotion btw, especially this part, zooming in on the cigarette hitting the floor drenched in alcohol, fire emerges, the moose’s were screaming the few second in slowmo they had, and then everyone dies. That dream was extremely satisfying. The two moose’s died, and so did I, but we all had lived our lives, happy. That dream felt like a good movie, on the slowmo-bus, The song “The sound of silence” was playing all along that scene. I was so at peace it is crazy. I hope I live that life!
Osaka Japan by ogino.taro on Flickr.
Lunchtime Hanami by ubic from tokyo