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i've been enjoying slay the spire 2 :3
if anyone wants me to elaborate. no. (i will if asked nicely that is a joke)
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uhhh clickbait title goes here
i've been enjoying slay the spire 2 :3
if anyone wants me to elaborate. no. (i will if asked nicely that is a joke)
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Playing around with poses and stuff :D Ignore that hand I couldn’t get it to cooperate
So the characters L-R are Matthew, Karianne, Vincent, Transient, and the showoff on the bottom is Jameson~
Baudelaire [defines] modernism as that which is no longer concerned with the universal, eternal or transcendent beauty but rather with the local, the transient, the everyday.
Gerard L. Bruns, “Preface,” On the Anarchy of Poetry and Philosophy: A Guide for the Unruly
Major Parkinson - The Transient
"The Transient" by Major Parkinson
posted in r/indie
Welcome back.
I told the new me: "Meet me at the bus station and hold a sign that reads: 'Today is the first day of the rest of your life'" But the old me met me with a sign that read: "Welcome back" Who you are is not a function of where you are.
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Suicide is painless in the town where I was born. Life became a suffocated way to block the world out from my own. Upon the carousel that no one wants to ride, I carry piles of smiles and joyful happy moments in a maze of blazing colors from my childhood. Now there's something rotten in the state of being me. The fear of never feeling anything at all. The backbone in the eye. Now I got chocolate colored crackers in a mouth of broken teeth, where the tongue of time whips many marks, but I'll keep the scars as long as they're not bleeding. And my name has long since withered from the headstone of my home, but I fled this town to find a place for restless, uncaressed, unfitted minds to settle down. But what I found, I'm still a stranger. How will they know that it is me.
(major parkinson, the transient, songs from a solitary home)
