Ebisucho: Bittersweet Re:union square
momentome: The light turns red, but the people move forward. Honking, not of cars, but of unnamed trumpets or tapping on stone. Cement. Unknown clouds – cigarettes or speech bubbles. Wheezes. There is no such thing as silence – it does not belong in street intersections, the veins of city youth-blood. Neither is “community” proven by the overabundance of I’s and me’s. I see potential in the sea...
Ebisucho: Bliss [Untitled 94]
momentome: If lovers could walk, talk like birds do. If lovers could talk, gawk like birds do. If lovers could sing, their song makes no difference between the sight of two fools in love with ignorance.
vriskanon: kawaiipeculier: sometimes i feel sad then i remember issac newtons hair he may have discovered gravity but that luxurious flowing mane sure hasnt damn son
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