Finally.
*waves hello*


SnapshotWe try to touch the Golden Age; The curving, fading trail of inspiration. The preservation of the Revolution. The revelation of Colour.Snapshot
We speak as they spoke Of words they did not speak; But laughs they laughed And stares they stared
So deeply. In a print so old, We lost ourselves.
And now, We scatter.
Our pockets are full. Our hearts are empty.
We glance back to watch
Ourselves burn out. We burn, And memo
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"Always be yourself, unless you suck."-Joss Whedon
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my account about painting:[link]
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my account about painting:[link]
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