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[moldwood]

you good? you reblogged men's tits corrupt 12 times

[52stations]

its not 2006 and its not 2013 and its not even 2019. Fuckkkkkkk!

[depsidase]

[theaceofwords]

It's called the Global Justice Report, it is here. This is an actionable plan which can be sent to legislators and demanded of political parties. We could save the world within our lifetimes.

It has always been possible. It is still possible.

[cartoonrival]

im completely addicted to Open Link in New Tab

[cartoonrival]

if Open Link in New Tab is wrong then baby i dont want to be right

[calamarispiderart]

in case i dont see ya,

[b-liba]

[52stations]

How it feels to not post every single song lyric that moves me

[random-brushstrokes]

Edwin Deakin (American, 1838-1923) - Castle Cluny, Paris

[marinolta]

boston, massachusetts. summer 1974. public garden.

[lithopsalong]

Sketchy soft pastel piece to test out the medium, with my favorite dino of course.

[xanaxfarts]

[ruthirlcartoon]

Some rlly quick sticker designs i've made for an artist alley

[moldwood]

anyway its like this:

a man stands tall in a lonely stone house

on a very tall hill looking down

down

over people that he usually ignored below.

the house was safe. blood was once spilt in its walls.

the halls were once the halls were once

full of light and life full of light and life

but now they are but now they are

only full of his only full of his

creations, spawn,

his children.

he used to hear his fathers voice

telling him what to do and when to do it

but now he is free of that

light. shadow.

he hears the tale of another man on a very tall hill

and he knows he cannot destroy him

but god

god

he should.

[moldwood]

mobile friendly screenshot under readmore

[ffuscous]

Currently rereading Wizard of Earthsea

[moldwood]

anyway its like this:

a man stands tall in a lonely stone house

on a very tall hill looking down

down

over people that he usually ignored below.

the house was safe. blood was once spilt in its walls.

the halls were once the halls were once

full of light and life full of light and life

but now they are but now they are

only full of his only full of his

creations, spawn,

his children.

he used to hear his fathers voice

telling him what to do and when to do it

but now he is free of that

light. shadow.

he hears the tale of another man on a very tall hill

and he knows he cannot destroy him

but god

god

he should.

[plastiboo]

[freakonakaleesh]

*lights a cigar with a match and leans back in my plush leather chair, looking out through the blinds at the city. my fuckin city.*

[freakonakaleesh]