If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended

(credit: vive le chic @ lj)

You get what everyone gets. You get a lifetime.

We are the hollow men we are the stuffed men

want to see this.

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This is the way the world ends

home stretch

He went up under the gray leaves
All gray and lost in the olive lands
And laid his forehead, gray with dust,
Deep in the dustiness of his hot hands.
After everything this. And this was the end.

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Today a woman stopped me on the street: "Niiiice feathers."

this girl is cool

http://www.dropsnap.jp/

Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(She's got to love nobody)

take me wandering through these streets where bright lights and angels meet

I hear in my mind all of these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all of this music

feather necklace

commissioned for $7.

I know you hear me catch your breath
But I'm not listening for the right words anymore
I'll take what's left
You're vicious like the blue sky
Right before the rain comes pouring through
Tell me does he look like me at all
Cause they're all an awful lot like you

large image, no need to shrink to a measly 500 pixels now

(maleeditorials @ lj)