SO SOMETIMES WHEN i look in the mirror, my eyes look like the holes in in the shoe of the shoe shine man. my hands are busy on the wrong things. some days, i call my arms WINGS while my head is in the clouds.
it will take me a few more years to learn F L Y I N G is not pushing away the ground. SAFETY is not always SAFE. you can find one on every gun.
REBOOTED AND MOVED 11/12/2016
I’M AIMING TO DO BETTER.
SO SOMETIMES WHEN i look in the mirror, my eyes look like the holes in in the shoe of the shoe shine man. my hands are busy on the wrong things. some days, i call my arms WINGS while my head is in the clouds.
it will take me a few more years to learn F L Y I N G is not pushing away the ground. SAFETY is not always SAFE. you can find one on every gun.
REBOOTED AND MOVED 11/12/2016
I’M AIMING TO DO BETTER.
SO SOMETIMES WHEN i look in the mirror, my eyes look like the holes in in the shoe of the shoe shine man. my hands are busy on the wrong things. some days, i call my arms WINGS while my head is in the clouds.
it will take me a few more years to learn F L Y I N G is not pushing away the ground. SAFETY is not always SAFE. you can find one on every gun.
REBOOTED AND MOVED 11/12/2016
I’M AIMING TO DO BETTER.
SO SOMETIMES WHEN i look in the mirror, my eyes look like the holes in in the shoe of the shoe shine man. my hands are busy on the wrong things. some days, i call my arms WINGS while my head is in the clouds.
it will take me a few more years to learn F L Y I N G is not pushing away the ground. SAFETY is not always SAFE. you can find one on every gun.
REBOOTED AND MOVED 11/12/2016
I’M AIMING TO DO BETTER.
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“In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was LOST.”
“In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was LOST.”
popping in just to say i’m sorry for the sporadic/lackadaisical activity around here as of late. just to give a little perspective, i’ve recently quit my job, started a new job, and moved out of state so it’s been a little difficult to appropriately divide my time between blogs. however, not planning on going anywhere, just attempting to get a new rhythm going.
hope everyone’s doing well!
brows furrowed in confusion, cast at the woman as she very VISIBLY seemed off-put by her aid and her apparent easy demonstration of power ;; it was enough to cause her backing away for posterity. ❛ no ? ❜
hands were still kept visible, unless she run the risk of startling the woman. ❛ my mother was a homo-magi. magical humans … my father was a magician ? ❜ zatanna was still unsure as to where the hesitancy came from.
❛ magic isn’t a thing you can DO to someone. ❜
her posture SLACKS but doesn’t give entirely. she’s seen pale skin ripple into vibrant, muscle-bound verdigris, seen monsters take over the sky & little more than a whisper make a man lose his will.
jessica’s brow arches. she closes her arms over her chest as if that could give her some kind of protection from her past.
❛ that’s a FIRST. only hocus pocus i’ve ever seen was chemical. ❜ her throat works behind her skin. ❛ that’s where i got my... gift. some kind of freak accident. ❜