The Tides rose.
Curdling in a muted swell.
His Heart shifted.
Like a glance
stunning and seizing.
His lips struggled for Freedom.
As a Prisoner pacing
drowning in ideas.
When finally
he sung against the glassy silence. . .
a Tune most Beautiful and True. . .
He talkin mad shit.

He talkin mad shit.

And you all wonder how I feel

And you all wonder how I feel

Love this shit. Mad random. Any real block you ever walk onto look like this - business as usual.

Love this shit. Mad random. Any real block you ever walk onto look like this - business as usual.

trigonometry-is-my-bitch:

A Wooden simulation of a water droplet as it impacts a body of water.

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Sunset Moon by (Buck--Fever)

Sunset Moon by (Buck--Fever)

mossyelf:

phiife:

this eases the entire fuck out of my mind.

Goodnight