...The City where the Dead outnumber the Living.

"The Boy settled, took his wooden guitar, went to the graveyard, and played. He played just for the faces made of stone, the lost memories, the people he would never see again. And he prayed, to see them once more; Up In Heaven" -Colma-

[yuanankh]

[windsurpassedthetide-deactivate]

[thrash-whiplash]

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[hydrotoxicity]

[mart3s]

[the-waytoheaven]

From the coop...

[the-waytoheaven]

Empty Space

[s-l-i-p-k-n-0-t-blog]

[the-waytoheaven]

H.A.T.E.

[the-waytoheaven]

I love my parents.

[jordyftw-deactivated20120819]

[mypersonalfallout]

[the-waytoheaven]

Why is people so damn talented nowadays?

[debispanhol-blog]

[idratherhavemilk]

can’t kill a smile.

[khenti-renaissance]

[the-waytoheaven]

In a blink of an eye, everything's gone.

[imanidiotilostmypassword-blog]

untitled on Flickr.

[the-waytoheaven]

Chopin's Grave.

[m1ix-deactivated20141020]

[the-waytoheaven]

Distorted Reality... How can we tell if something is real or not?