Ducati 900SS "The Typhoon" by Old Empire Motorcycles

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Ducati 900SS "The Typhoon" by Old Empire Motorcycles
That morning there were rows and rows of table tops Lining stains of someone else’s coffee cups I asked her And got no answer
So the tank filled up And my engine was racing Yet stuck in waiting my thoughts still pacing I learned then there’s silence in pain Crying like clouds doesn’t bring the rain Like a typhoon stuck in the waiting room I’m torn up inside and a tongue-tied buffoon To be okay falls upon me
Do I dare upset the line between the land and the sea?
The question stirs and subsides like sediment To which rocks will form my dusty basement My ramshackle foundation Never to be excavated by confrontation Where I keep landslides and ocean tides Raging typhoons Ever turning in my rooms
//The Typhoon By: Alec Prado//
Ducati 900SS "The Typhoon" by Old Empire Motorcycles.
What are you(metaphorically) made of? — feathers.
Not the kind of feathers meant for flying, but for wrapping others in warmth when the cold finds them first. Your body bristles with the pale down of an angel, soft enough to soothe a storm. They come to you with trembling hands and hollow bellies, and you let them tear pieces from your shoulders, pluck warmth from your spine, until blood beads like rubies along your ribs, and still—still—you offer more. You were taught love is giving without end. But no one warned you what it would cost to be consumed. You’re so used to shivering, you’ve forgotten you were once whole. You should be furious. You should let the frost take them for once. You should say no. But the word lodges in your throat like a broken wing. And still, you reach out— because their comfort has always mattered more than your survival.
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also stuff from a ??? sketchy prey amv that i like???? you see i work in short bursts of energy so i basically did half of it in one night and now i feel bad abandoning it, im still working in it when im bored but if i wont manage im just gonna post it the way it isxd
morgan doin like a uh phantom shift except i made it more cool/feral this thing loops really nice actually
prey 2017 was super cool actually im still somewhat fresh after playing it and damn it do be underrated heres a collection of stuff i made whilst playing
what are you afraid of??
Ha, you’re funny! I’m not afraid of anything.