but that handle was made for his hand hand – handle handle – hand the fingers would close around it to never let go It had to have flesh around it at all times But the blade… the blade was still naked. He couldn’t let the blade naked It wasn’t fair “So that’s why you […]
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Daydreaming as a profession 
Very good. Very dark.
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That’s how I like my fantasy
V●ᴥ●V
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o(*￣▽￣*)ブ
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(*ﾟ∀ﾟ)つ＝lニニフ
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Cool┌(・。・)┘♪
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford.
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Very interesting
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Thank you (◍•ᴗ•◍)
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Goddamn it! That end was perfect.
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So glad to hear that, Carter.
Thanks! (๑ ￫ܫ￩)
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Damn, boy.
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(((＼（✘෴✘）／)))
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