(•﹏•)⠀blueangel ! ☆
[PT: blueangel]
defintion : a gender connected to the color blue and angels, an angel who loves the color blue, a blue angel, etc !
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(•﹏•)⠀blueangel ! ☆
[PT: blueangel]
defintion : a gender connected to the color blue and angels, an angel who loves the color blue, a blue angel, etc !
[[ note: i don't have a dni, but i block freely! ]]
Work from Art school, we have to redesign any character we want, so I choose Blue Angel!
#musician #sashabelyaeva shot by me #karencollins with #ingmakeup and #billykeohane thanks @thejokeartist #blueangel #c41 #handprint #hasselblad (at Tribeca NYC) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqYLlpVu0AC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
There are two reasons why people don't talk about things; either it doesn't mean anything to them, or it means everything.
A Blue Angel - what a site to see. We have these great show teams in our beautiful country, is a great time to be alive!! #pensacolabeach #blueangels #f18 #fighterjets #flynavy #blueangel #f18hornet #navalaviation #airshowphotography #airshows #superhornet #f18superhornet #airandwatershow #blueangelsairshow #sunnfun #usnavyblueangels #chicagoairandwatershow #airshowstuff #navyblueangels #blueangelsfans #fa18superhornet #blueangelsflyover #blueangelspractice #planespotteralliance #planespottersofinstagram #blueangelsfly #blueangelsshow #planespottersforlife #blueangels✈️ (at McAs Cherry Point-West) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ccen7ngLtTb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
the celebrated misery
with clammy fingers,
the story i’ll tell you today
is of the last letter, and a virgin december,
but i don’t know how i’m going to write
because my pen seems to slip away,
i try to hold on, but again, it only slips away.
an unnerving surrounding, and a mist
that rises from the dead cold coffee cup,
it only amplifies my heart’s whisper,
he is now heard, i hear him screaming,
for he’s only been discarded so far.
rise, he says, i’ve left you a story
to live through, an agonising ode,
a heartfelt piece of poetry, and
a jewel of a tragic masterpiece,
my best sculpture, a celebrated misery.
they’ve only romanticised my wounds,
he only complains;
that’s when i hear him speak
for the last time, for that one last time.
– junaid