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Carburated ITB 1.3L 8krpm K11
That Feeling...
...when you haven't been on Tumblr for ages and you get the itch so you figure out your login and password and see YOUR FAVORITE people are still here...
Been a minute....
I feel oddly attached to the kid in that profile shot -- though I'm lockless
But I'm still that dude.
Last 3 songs I listed to and that I love
Micra - Doesn't Mean Thing (perpetual rotation this summer)
Kiwi Jr. - The Masked Singer (criminal they aren't getting more listens or love)
Fresh - Deer in the Headlights (holy moly, so very good)
Hope to share something that moves you, with my dreadless head
-indie
Pictures of my car from last summer :) Made a few changes and more coming tho
The knife hadn’t cut so terribly deep, but the amount of blood was fairly impressive. The towel he’d been using to keep the wound closed, to stop the bleeding as he left the pool room, fleeing from Jeannie and her fucking knife, was now bloody.
It wasn’t as bad as the wound Onyx had given him during their fight in the Arena. The one Delta had stitched up, no anesthesia, with unpracticed hands, Everett directing her even while he tried not to scream in pain.
But the fact that it was only mere inches to the right of that place, on his chest, meant that the pain was familiar. Very, very familiar. Onyx had been aiming for the heart; Jeannie hadn’t been aiming at all, and yet in a way, she’d hit it.
“Anybody here?” he asked, kicking the door open to the nurse’s station.
@micradupont