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The Weight of Ashes
The sky is a bruise today— purple at the edges, bleeding orange through the smog of factories that never sleep, their metal mouths exhaling the ghosts of burning forests.
We walk on bones now, though we pretend not to hear the crunch beneath our shoes— fossilized whispers of glaciers, the fragile spines of coral reefs, whole languages dissolved into the acid throat of the ocean.
At the border, a child’s shoe curls like a dead leaf around a bullet casing, while the news ticker glows: Markets Up! Celebrity Divorce! The missing, the starving, the too-late-to-save reduced to a flicker between ads for shoes.
In the alley behind the bakery, the smell of warm bread and urine twine together— a homeless vet’s cough syncopates with the espresso machine’s hiss. We step over him to order croissants that taste like guilt and almond paste.
Yet— in the subway at 2am, a drunk girl belts Bohemian Rhapsody with strangers as backup singers, her joy a spark against the dark. Dawn still comes, pinking the edges of the warzone, gilding the hospital windows where a nurse rocks a newborn through its first fragile hour.
The world is ending. The world is beginning. Both truths live in the same breath— like how the last dandelion of summer sends its seeds into the wind just as the first snow begins to fall.
(We are the bridge between the fire and what grows after. Tend your patch of light.)
🌱🔥 For the fragile, the fierce, the still-blooming.
― Raymond Carver
august taylor swift
𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔭𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔯
assassinated!!!
why this is still the most iconic scene in criminal minds
Get a load of this freedom, Grandma
Child: What’s a VHS?
Me:
i have honest to god never seen a santa clause reaction gif in my entire life
OH MY GOD
The Evolution of Douchebag Style [full video]
Oh, he’s good.
I don’t know whether he deserves an Oscar or a restraining order.
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Summer’s biggest movies improved with dancing. [full video]
Okay so it seems like people will call any mallet percussion instrument a xylophone and I’m here to teach you shit.
This is a xylophone. The wood part is thick and it’s high pitched.
This is a marimba. It’s huge and expensive. No like a small one costs over $4,000 (3186.20 euros). The key things are really long and thin.
Now do you see this beautiful instrument? This is called the vibraphone motherfuckers. Or just the vibes. Anyways it sounds amazing. I could marry the sound. Basically, it;s made of metal and you have a pedal to stop it from ringing too long.
This is the glockenphejksdfjkl. I have no idea how to spell it, so lets just call it the orchestral bells. If you hit this shit too loud it can burst your eardrums.
These are a joke.
I live how angry op is
Sure are a lot of xylophones on this post.
@daisenseiben I hate you.
Finals prep.
somehow I got 95/20 on an assignment
I hope they never fix it and leave it this way forever
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