Countdown
T minus three hours
D minus two bottles of wine
B minus forty-two brain cells
Twenty-seventeen approaching
a-lone still
T minus three hours
D minus two bottles of wine
B minus forty-two brain cells
Twenty-seventeen approaching
a-lone still
Happy New Year @staff
If you’re not too busy next year, could you add a feature to the Tumblr app to enable me to reply to the sponsor ads? You see there was this beautiful woman revealing herself to me and I would very much like to befriend her before anyone else…
Sincerely
B.A. Stard (Mr.)
All of you who wants us to check out your blog and reblog your originals
Comment and Reblog this post
Let’s celebrate Reblogging.
Before celebrating a beginning of something new.(Min of 5 would be reblogged by us)
Might as well go out on a high 🖖
Sharing ink and needles, in a brotherhood of pen. Collusion amidst fires raging deep, deep within. Our endless wells of agony, betrayal and torment. Their bottomless pits, invisible crosses scattered through the lands. Fragments of shattered souls, longing to reunite. The brotherhood of pen – the power and the might.
akin to perusing a poem of old
revisiting mirrors
reopens unhealed wounds
Your sharp black ink upon white fluffy clouds
words once booming becoming me no longer
unfathomable constructs of silence lurks
behind the full stop icicles in melting
It can be read in the
stars fading before
our very eyes, the year of
our lord twenty seventeen
will be the end of days