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[ashxmoreno]

Ash & The Romantics Manips {Batch 2/?}

There's an old voice in my head That's holding me back Well tell her that I miss our little talks

Soon it will all be over, and buried with our past We used to play outside when we were young And full of life and full of love

[ashxmoreno]

Ash & Nat

“If you start floating away Hey, I promise you will be fine Got the universe on your side When you're out in space Don't you be afraid, no If you start floating away”

@bcllerinaxnatalie

[altartidingarchive]

In their secretly nervous hearts, they’ve convinced themselves, poor little delusional narcissists, that their nation is the most powerful that ever was or even will be, ignoring the still vaster empires that have crumbled in the past, conveniently forgetting that the U.S. has only existed for a mere 225 years, and refusing to consider for a nanosecond that in another 225 years it very well might be gone.

Tom Robbins, Villa Incognito

[altartidingarchive]

Maybe when it gets cooler I can dig up our bones and see how they're doing.

[altartidingarchive]

So sweet to lose a friend You leave the church and taste The air in your lungs Old lies and fireflies Carve angels on your eyes And all is undone You whisper prayers into the dark Up to a god in whom you've never believed You always do

[altartidingarchive]

You are forever, though. The kind of thing that rests in tombs for centuries before your name is uncovered, and you come forth, a river of smoke. Brimstone and ice, wind and fire. A millennia of fluid disappearance and reappearance sewn into semisolid form. You watched the Nile flood and four popes claim the church, you watched as Rome fell and King Solomon died, you watched that first woman sew her seeds in the earth by accident and you saw Mesopotamia fall. Anyone would be foolish to think you wouldn't watch them turn into history as well.

[altartidingarchive]

I want to kiss the darkness with lips stained in wine and I want to feel nothing at all and build a civilization of the ashes from the cigarettes I burned your memories in. This is a funeral pyre built of Alexandrian paper, I’ll sink it in the Effra without letting it light. I want your memory to mingle with oil and pollution in the Thames.