Chapped Lips, Chipped Teacups

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danskjavlarna:

Too Curious by Edward J. Goodman, 1887.

sixpenceee:

“Wounded butterfly I found on the Ciudad Perdida trail in Santa Marta, Colombia.” posted by reddit user ilikerealmaplesyrup

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Empty spaces, what are we living for
Abandoned places, I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on

Whatever happens, I’ll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I’m learning (I’m learning learning learning)
I must be warmer now
I’ll soon be turning (turning turning turning)
Round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I’m aching to be free
The show must go on
The show must go on, yeah yeah
Ooh, inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on

Yeah yeah, whoa wo oh oh

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly, my friends
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on) yeah yeah
The show must go on (go on, go on, go on)
I’ll face it with a grin
I’m never giving in
On, with the show

sexandconsciousness:

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digitalsymmetry:

“Lyricus”

- B*

source: 5 image merge, 21 mirrors, 2 filters, 2016.

victoriousvocabulary:

EXCITO

[verb]

1. I call forth: I rouse, awaken, summon.

2. I bring forth: I raise, build.

3. I bring out: I encourage, revive, excite, stimulate, set in motion.

4. I call upon: I cite.

Etymology: from Latin excitō, the frequentive form of exciere, “call out, arouse, excite”, from ex, ‎“out; forth” + ciere, ‎“call, summon”.

[Selene Regener - Waking Up]

Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa
I’m waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I’m breathing in the chemicals
(inhale) (exhale)

I’m breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I’m radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I’m radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It’s a revolution, I suppose
We’re painted red to fit right in
Whoa

I’m breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I’m radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I’m radioactive, radioactive

All systems go, the sun hasn’t died
Deep in my bones, straight from inside

I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I’m radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I’m radioactive, radioactive

darkesttrip:

Controlled by fate

Source of the pic:

Mrs White