thetwosilvan:

"Will you follow me, one last time?"
thetwosilvan:

"Will you follow me, one last time?"
thetwosilvan:

"Will you follow me, one last time?"
thetwosilvan:

"Will you follow me, one last time?"
thetwosilvan:

"Will you follow me, one last time?"
thetwosilvan:

"Will you follow me, one last time?"
thetwosilvan:

"Will you follow me, one last time?"

thetwosilvan:

"Will you follow me, one last time?"

venicelatteart:


goddammit al

(print for matsuricon, will probably undergo a few more changes before printing, but for now i’ve got other things to work on)
venicelatteart:


goddammit al

(print for matsuricon, will probably undergo a few more changes before printing, but for now i’ve got other things to work on)

venicelatteart:

goddammit al

(print for matsuricon, will probably undergo a few more changes before printing, but for now i’ve got other things to work on)

(via yegas)

Hirosaki Castle in Spring. Japan - (By Glenn Waters)

(via sh-izukani)


It’s dark now. But they feel each others’ breath. And they know all they need to know. They kiss. And they feel each others’ tears on their cheeks. And if there had been anybody left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers, caressing each others’ faces, bodies close together, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around them. Because that is how life goes on. Like that.

It’s dark now. But they feel each others’ breath. And they know all they need to know. They kiss. And they feel each others’ tears on their cheeks. And if there had been anybody left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers, caressing each others’ faces, bodies close together, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around them. Because that is how life goes on. Like that.

It’s dark now. But they feel each others’ breath. And they know all they need to know. They kiss. And they feel each others’ tears on their cheeks. And if there had been anybody left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers, caressing each others’ faces, bodies close together, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around them. Because that is how life goes on. Like that.

It’s dark now. But they feel each others’ breath. And they know all they need to know. They kiss. And they feel each others’ tears on their cheeks. And if there had been anybody left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers, caressing each others’ faces, bodies close together, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around them. Because that is how life goes on. Like that.

It’s dark now. But they feel each others’ breath. And they know all they need to know. They kiss. And they feel each others’ tears on their cheeks. And if there had been anybody left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers, caressing each others’ faces, bodies close together, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around them. Because that is how life goes on. Like that.

It’s dark now. But they feel each others’ breath. And they know all they need to know. They kiss. And they feel each others’ tears on their cheeks. And if there had been anybody left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers, caressing each others’ faces, bodies close together, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around them. Because that is how life goes on. Like that.

It’s dark now. But they feel each others’ breath. And they know all they need to know. They kiss. And they feel each others’ tears on their cheeks. And if there had been anybody left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers, caressing each others’ faces, bodies close together, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around them. Because that is how life goes on. Like that.

magnezone:

don’t get it twisted like i respect bugs for being the best they can be in spite of their specific assigned flesh prisons and their ecological significance but they need to stay the fuck away from me 

(via akimocha)