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Slick Ric

Slick with rain, the window pane seems blameless

A hand smudges away the built-up fog and removes

All doubt about what’s being done behind the false wall

That anyone, at all, can see through

If they so chose, they would see you, dearest darling

Wrapped in seemingly-endless ecstasy

Seeming to be free from all this world’s

Deceptive, Frail Transparency.

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victoriousvocabulary:

PITFALL
[noun]
1. a lightly covered and unnoticeable pit prepared as a trap for people or animals.
2. any trap or danger for the unwary.
3. a hidden or unsuspected danger or difficulty.
Etymology: from Middle English pittefalle, equivalent to pitte, Old English pytt < Latin puteus, “well, pit, shaft” + falle, from Old English fealle, “trap”.
[Tom Bagshaw - Pitfalls]

victoriousvocabulary:

PITFALL

[noun]

1. a lightly covered and unnoticeable pit prepared as a trap for people or animals.

2. any trap or danger for the unwary.

3. a hidden or unsuspected danger or difficulty.

Etymology: from Middle English pittefalle, equivalent to pitte, Old English pytt < Latin puteus, “well, pit, shaft” + falle, from Old English fealle, “trap”.

[Tom Bagshaw - Pitfalls]

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shadowdraygon:

When you see a booty so fine it should be illegal.

shadowdraygon:

When you see a booty so fine it should be illegal.

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thechainsawking:

Fleeing ever forward, the wind refuses to cease it’s circuit race

And I did my best but could not keep the pace

It set ahead of me, and so I ceased

I ceased being, screaming,

Fleeing from myself

And chose finally

To just

Be.

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yamazakis:

Akane Tsunemori | Psycho Pass 2 PV

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theothermars:

Dear Tommie + Cathy,
I met you guys today on a brick wall,
In white paint, slightly faded but still readable.

I wonder where you are.

You signed your names on the wall, as if its a contract saying

" we’ll be in love forever, this is our evidence "

Dear Tommie + Cathy,

I bet you guys were…

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Fire Words

My words catch flame like fire birds

Scourges unheard due to the world not listening

This Crimson Glistening Knife Point points out our facade flaws

And alerts all others that we’re in pain and calls them to aid

in our cause.

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hideback:

Abandoned.

…Near the village of Brasschaat, outside Antwerp, Belgium. The last photo shows a grotto-like cave under the mansion that may have been used as a bar in the past.

(via destroyed-and-abandoned)

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theredheadlover:

“Ok, Bill. Tonight’s the night. We’re gonna get some.”

“Dost thou not remember? These three nights past have shown our efforts fruitless and without progress. I begin to doubt there exist any maidens here who wouldst cavort with the likes of these men we are.”

“See, that’s your problem! Aside…

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Fleeing ever forward, the wind refuses to cease it’s circuit race

And I did my best but could not keep the pace

It set ahead of me, and so I ceased

I ceased being, screaming,

Fleeing from myself

And chose finally

To just

Be.

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thechainsawking:

Help a fellow out if you need new black scary-looking T’s for your wardrobe this fall.

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Oft’

thechainsawking:

I oft’ imagine you in mostly black and white
Like Sin City, on fire, and we’re dancing in
The firefight.
Muzzle flashes pop like paparazzi camera bulbs and
I pray you’ll let me hike up that skin-tight, poured-into dress
I want to kiss your kitten
And leave you just…a mess.