(Source: tastefullyoffensive)
MIB III (Taken with instagram)
We were weird. It worked out. (Taken with instagram)
An Igloo made of Books by Miler Lagos
(Source: fer1972)
He stood tall, and round. Shoes so bright, and hat so sound. A table stretched out in front of him, with all sorts of mysterious things; Cups, coins, fruit, and chips!
”oh man…” I thought. “Another one of these! I don’t know how much I could cease!” He started his bit, “Hannibal?” I thought, “no way that’s real.” I sat with my arms crossed, waiting to be lost. But I couldn’t stop watching, I got so amused. Cards appearing here and there, out of oranges, pockets, cans, and hands! He never let it go, he never got bored. He kept us entertained, thank the good Lord! He wasn’t like the others, mundane and over used, but intriguing and true! He was silly, and fun. It began to end, I got so sad, so disappointing it came and went so quick. He said goodbyes, and even walked off stage in a funny way. I learned something just then, that I would forever be a fan, and couldn’t wait to see him again.
Way to check yourself out, Edgar. (Taken with instagram)
(10.365 // dust)
It’s taken me years to get to this point. Years of hating...
The “Tunnel of Love” in Ukraine