(I will show you, I’ll grab your hand and stir you on. Show you more than a section of area, show you what is more. Solitude, a variation of solitude, none the less the greatest of all that has no price. Were the voice of the wind is heard through leaves and the murmurs of passer by. Yet I wouldn’t let go, proving that even in solitude ‘alone’ is null.)
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ice cream
As he licked the sweet cold dessert he heard a sound. He paused, looked around, and licked again. The sound was audible once more. He looked at the ice cream and distanced himself a few inches. He pulled it close once more, but towards his ear. All he felt was a cold, wet, and sticky sensation across his cheek to his ear. He jumped and dropped his frosty treat where he once stood. Now what lay on the floor was a cracked cone and beside it the ball of ice cream. Yet something stuck from it. What appeared to be a human tongue….
Inspired by a conversation with a good friend of mine.
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Les Hommes Menswear FW 2013, Part Two.
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Anonymous asked: Happy New Year! <3
Thank you! LOL
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Oh look here’s another one..
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