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I am an ironwork of needles. A simple collection of plated armor & rusting chains [ inspiration blog ]

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Untitled, 1950’s, Hans W. Silvester. Swiss, born in 1938

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Ikiré Jones F/W ‘14 “Of Saints & Savages”

Photography by Rog Walker.

“To whom it may concern. This is a challenge to the zealously held belief that Africa is a monolithic village in need of perpetual saving. This is an open assault upon the delusions of those who cry endlessly of desolate stomachs and doorways darkened by disease. This is a public disavowing of all who think the cradle of civilization has nothing more to offer than unmolested raw materials and an army of open palms awaiting aid. Further, this is a disclaimer that upon becoming dissatisfied with the myriad fictions which are daily presented to us as fact, we have henceforth resolved to tell our own stories. Loudly. No longer will we dine on a bounty of half-baked biases. No more will we sip from hoses gushing hypocrisy and hogwash. There are those who look past Africa’s beauty in the hopes of seeing savagery; so that they may preen and posture as saints. We are the children of tomorrow. And we are here to assure that their disappointment awaits.”

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such acts rip out the soul and make space for beasts to grow inside. armies need beasts, don’t they? pet beasts, to do their terrible work! and the worst part is, it’s almost impossible to retrieve a soul that has been ripped away. almost.

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 Sometimes you make a mistake. You’ve got two choices: you live with it, or you fix it.

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달 & 하늘 ♡ ig: 1998.pm

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i promise you

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it's 5 am and you're all alone waiting for the next train, the silence on this empty platform is plaguing -- broken apart by the screeching howling from the tunnel, but you convince yourself that you're just fine, that you're alone -- ignoring the bitter chills creeping up your neck ( who's giggling ), the temperature drops significantly, you breathe a sigh of a relief when you see the approaching headlights cutting through all that darkness.

( the melodious laughter grows louder and you turn around, you're alone, it's simply your mind )

you get up to meet the train, it still does not come. you can hear it and see that faded glow flashing from around the bend, but it never comes. the air is cold as it flints over you, as if the train is passing, as if you've just missed it --  with every train you think you miss, the giggles grow closer.

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jongin’s new silver hair ♡