This came to me in a dream

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This came to me in a dream
stanning rosenbaum is a little surreal because hes been a celeb for a long time now and there’s such a vast sea of difference between early 2000s rosenbaum who’s like a cocky punkass party boy who wears color tinted glasses and appears on mtv cribs and is probably banging tons of chicks; and then present day rosenbaum who like is 44 and single and wears reading glasses and livestreams on facebook with fans with a five oclock shadow and no pants on everyday while eating avocado chips and playing acoustic guitar
My grandmother once showed me a pine tree felled in a storm. Its roots intact, bringing up dirt and stone rather than splitting from the trunk, spread in a strange halo towering over our heads, raining down soil that stained our hands red.
I’ve spent my life trying to build roots like that. To anchor myself so strongly I split the earth before tearing away. But it's more sand than soil; slipping through the cracks before I’ve ever even held it.
Pines are hardy, though, they’re born in fire. An inferno to swallow the forest and clear a way for sunlight. Burn out all the rot and make room for growth; melt sand to glass, take root in ash.
Sometimes, a seed remains in the cone for years waiting for a match.
ANATOMY OF A TREE PART III: PINUS PONDEROSA VAR. SCOPULORUM K. Cináed Cahill
EPITAPH 11.1.21
VULTURE
[Text ID: You are some kind of angel following on the heels of death. this is a kind of prayer. A feathered shroud, you cover them take their flesh, make it yours. make life of the dead and rotting. A black blur on the highway heads bald and bloodied. the Hunger of Heaven in broad daylight. Crush our bones between your jaws swallow the splinters, waste nothing leave no trace behind. This is reverence. this is holy. this is a transformation.]
also with how the newer akutagawa panels are mostly visually darker, i'm now almost blinded by the sight of him in bsd 117. that panel really contains all the light in the world, holy shit. it's framed so much like an icon
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