Sweet BLiss becomes most missed

Young Men aged, to a cultured sin

Bold action takes root, lofty ambition

we begin

discipline within, & the now we will fend

finis, the End.

CONVEY CONNECT CONSUME. C^3
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Justin Bartels - Impression (2012)

I can’t not reblog this.

This is the best thing on the Internet. We undress everyday and it shows us how confined we are. Those imprints show how uncomfortable we are throughout each day just to impress other people. We create prisons in our own clothes. We are a prisoner in a socially constructed idea of what is beautiful.

yes its back

This.

Amazing

As the days meander on, my old heart sings its still beating song. 
Roots, they grow down, slowly cracking crevices, concrete of this town.
We’ve all been around, seen a better day, fought in a sort of fray
Yet Aching, I still bleed, as my heart pours out its dismay.
The squalor of our selves, all wrapped up in no one else… 
Bottled up in formaldehyde, my heart still beats, resting upon your shelf
Left dusty, unconsumed, as my body lay resting in its tomb
Did I ever live? but the day I left kicking, screaming out the womb…

As the days meander on, my old heart sings its still beating song. 

Roots, they grow down, slowly cracking crevices, concrete of this town.

We’ve all been around, seen a better day, fought in a sort of fray

Yet Aching, I still bleed, as my heart pours out its dismay.

The squalor of our selves, all wrapped up in no one else… 

Bottled up in formaldehyde, my heart still beats, resting upon your shelf

Left dusty, unconsumed, as my body lay resting in its tomb

Did I ever live? but the day I left kicking, screaming out the womb…