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Posted on 16th Sep at 11:18 PM, with 3,118 notes
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bmmn:

Merchant Ships - Sleep Patterns

September 9, 2001. Gary and I were skating at a hospital on top of a huge hill overlooking a valley. 
An ambulance came and took out a dead woman. Gary asked me why she wasn’t moving or blinking. They hadn’t closed her eyes yet.She must have died on the way.

A car full of family and friends came in with the ambulance. They were all crying and hugging each other. One woman screamed hysterically and grabbed at the woman’s body asking her to wake up.

I had to tell Gary that her soul went to Heaven. 
I didn’t believe a word of it, but I knew it’d be easier for him to understand. 
Two days from now, at 9 AM, the planes will hit the World Trade Center killing over 3,000 people. I will tell Gary that there is no God, and all of this is meaningless. 
But today, there is a God. And he has a plan for him. 


He doesn’t know it, but a year from now, our family will be torn apart and I will move far away and won’t see or talk to him for five years.
And as we sit on the hood of our car, the sun goes down and he asks me what I want out of my life. I tell him I don’t know. 

On and on we run away from the things we are afraid of. - x3

I don’t tell him about the dream I had the night before where I’m riding in a car full of strangers and singing to some song I’ve never heard and smoking a cigarette and we swerve off the road and hit a tree. I go through the windshield and hit the edge of a fence, dislocating my jaw and flipping me into a wall where my neck is broken, and my skull is fractured. I bleed to death in excruciating pain. 


I will have this dream periodically until I meet all of the strangers, one by one introducing them all to one another until we are a close group of friends. I will set these events in motion, and I will die. 

But today in the warm light of the sunset, I don’t see it. I just see the sunset. I smile back and shake my head. I have absolutely no idea. I am afraid.

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Posted on 16th Sep at 11:06 PM, with 195 notes
starlitcrow:

courtmaiden:

Spirits Of Home
a pagan themed art piece inspired by household spirits and their relationships.
Basically this started with a field sketch and ended with a little story. It’s hard to see but she’s holding some small flowers. 
was also hella lazy and just reused drawings for photo’s 

Thanks for the reblog~
Reblogging this cause primarily it was a pagan themed piece and I drew it so. 
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starlitcrow:

courtmaiden:

Spirits Of Home

a pagan themed art piece inspired by household spirits and their relationships.

Basically this started with a field sketch and ended with a little story. It’s hard to see but she’s holding some small flowers. 

was also hella lazy and just reused drawings for photo’s 

Thanks for the reblog~

Reblogging this cause primarily it was a pagan themed piece and I drew it so. 

Posted on 16th Sep at 11:04 PM, with 2 notes
i never take pictures from this side of my face. it’s weird.
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i never take pictures from this side of my face. it’s weird.

Posted on 16th Sep at 10:52 PM, with 2 notes
my aunt found some old pictures and posted them on facebook. left to right, my cousin stacy, my cousin aidan, and me. i had just turned six, i think aidan was one, and stacy would have to have been about eight or nine.
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my aunt found some old pictures and posted them on facebook. left to right, my cousin stacy, my cousin aidan, and me. i had just turned six, i think aidan was one, and stacy would have to have been about eight or nine.

Tagged: #myself,
Posted on 16th Sep at 7:44 PM, with 1,212 notes

hood by air s/s 2015
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hood by air s/s 2015

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