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The day l met Tamino in Chicago. His music pierced my very soul. I’ve been too many shows and there is nothing like his voice and delivery of song. It sends you to another place in time. He’s a Scorpionic Triton.

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Hannibal x The Office

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I guess if you're a woman you can't ever trust to be safe in this world

I demand safety to start happening

Kill your mothers, and you'll kill mother Earth

It's man's desire to self destruct

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𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 - 𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕖𝕣

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My art has sold quite a lot over the last month, so I thought I’d give something back (at the same time as celebrating my first 200 followers here) by offering one lucky person one free 8x10″ print of their choice from the above drawings.

All you have to do to be in with a chance to win is reblog this post.

That’s it.

You don’t have to like it, or follow me.

At the end of February I’ll count the reblogs and use a random number generator to pick the winner. Please leave your inbox open so I can contact you!

No postage restrictions either, I’ll send anywhere. The print will come in a sturdy postal tube/roll, posted first class, and you’ll get a tracking number.

Just to clarify:

• Reblogs only - likes won’t be counted!

• More reblogs = more chances to win! There’s no limit to how many times you can share.

• I post anywhere in the world!

• The prize is one 8x10″ print (worth £18)

• Giveaway deadline is February 28th 2017.

Good luck! And thank you, everyone! :)

(please don’t delete my caption)

[toocute2kill]

My art has sold quite a lot over the last month, so I thought I’d give something back (at the same time as celebrating my first 200 followers here) by offering one lucky person one free 8x10″ print of their choice from the above drawings.

All you have to do to be in with a chance to win is reblog this post.

That’s it.

You don’t have to like it, or follow me.

At the end of February I’ll count the reblogs and use a random number generator to pick the winner. Please leave your inbox open so I can contact you!

No postage restrictions either, I’ll send anywhere. The print will come in a sturdy postal tube/roll, posted first class, and you’ll get a tracking number.

Just to clarify:

• Reblogs only - likes won’t be counted!

• More reblogs = more chances to win! There’s no limit to how many times you can share.

• I post anywhere in the world!

• The prize is one 8x10″ print (worth £18)

• Giveaway deadline is February 28th 2017.

Good luck! And thank you, everyone! :)

(please don’t delete my caption)

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rock ‘n’ roll suicide 1973 & 1990

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I think it’s pretty inspiring that a human life is just long enough to walk the distance that separates the surface of the earth and the surface of the moon.

What will you do with that time? What’s your moon walk?

Happy New Year! 

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How can it be done? How can we escape from this indigent state? We try for so long, and now I'm afraid it might happen too late I get the sense you look at me like at some distant star I never really can accept how taciturn you are But why does it feel like my internal choir is weeping and the conductor is reeling? It's such a psychotic feeling I wish I could talk to you I wish I could live like there was nothing to hide I wish that you knew how completely I struggle inside Will you stay or will you turn away from me like them when you start to understand how critical I am? But can you say it doesn't feel like a skeleton has melted and the wallpaper's peeling? It's such a psychotic feeling Faster, faster, faster I want to come back to you But my head is so full of our horrible plight It just attacks I can't fight back

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There's no easy answer  None to blame or forgive  We were two cripples dancing  To the end we live  I'm not with you, not of you  Not with you, but of you  You are soft and strong to me   I am the ghost who comes and goes  And I hope I'll catch you in the throws of one last look at our wonder  O, God, I love you  And all the of the past we once knew  If some other love becomes you? Whatever else will we come to? I know we could be so happy, baby  If we wanted to be  We share separate lives and separate beds I'll just sit here in the red glow, break out old pictures and poems

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You know I won't forget how you kissed me strange to prove you were mythical Oh my love, you use my voice as your earthly vehicle You know I won't forget how you hurt me twice to prove you were cynical Oh my love, you'll be my death You are the pinnacle You know I won't forget how you sold me out to prove you were typical Oh my love, you're Herculean I am so miserable You know I won't forget how you made me cry to prove I was dutiful Oh my love, my teenage lust for you is so pitiful With you l can only see black light constellations And all the shit? I don't think l have the language to say I don't want to catch you with some other bitch's face under your eyelids I know that must be wrong You gave me emotional artifacts that can find no purchase

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Winter isn't much here, just a flinching centigrade Though the grasses all look jaundiced and the poplar branches flayed Before your hysterical silence, you came rapping at my door With your body as a sacrament, your mind a killing floor I've been trying to quell my anger And not feel bitter about all the darkness you give But, as always, there's that device that I cannot disengage Just as the Red Terror, you'll try to kill what you can't reign And now you're back in your room masturbating your father's pain Stealing from his oration I repeat my wickedness to force reactions out of you But it never hurts as deeply as I want it to I think I'll mix my medicine and explore it 'til I'm dull Now you've made my sky a graveyard and my moon a funeral

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Why is it that I find it so difficult to accept the present moment, whole as an apple, without cutting and hacking at it to find purpose, or setting it up on a shelf with other apples to measure its worth or trying to pickle it in brine to preserve it, and crying to find it turns all brown and is no longer simply the lovely apple I was given in the morning?

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962 (via soracities)

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What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don’t know and I’m afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. […] I have much to live for, yet unaccountably I am sick and sad.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via eveninglesbian)

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Dawn.

It wasn’t love at first sight.

It was nothing but darkness.

It was a time when I could look at you,

and feel absolutely nothing.

One day, something inside of me, broke.

Like a window shade,

once keeping out the light,

being thrown to the side.

Light devouring the darkness.

Drawing it out,

With the colors of the sun, in the morning sky.

My room was a portrait,

once empty,

now covered in colors, I’d never known

that made me feel, things I’d never be able to explain.

There once was a time when I could look at you

and feel absolutely nothing.

Now I feel absolutely everything

all at once.

I gaze into your icy blue eyes 

and crave the mind that sits behind them.

You make my heart teem with liveliness.

The colors in the morning sky extinguish the darkness,

so cold and heavy upon my soul.

Your mirth alleviates the darkness,

and your heart casts beams

into the gloom of night.

Soon it shall be day,

nothing but shadows to poke holes

in your vibrancy.

This is the prologue

to a novel of light

the dawn of a day so perfect

a masterpiece encapsulated within a master,

a flame that ignites, every time I am near you.

this is the dawn of you

and me.

this is the dawn of us.

r.t.