eXordium.

No pardon prayed in silent days

Decided to put some personal panache down on my most recent  job app. Turned out a good idea.
#flashbackfriday to being my coolest self
Don’t Tread On We
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“So that which befalleth Man also befalleth Beast, 
And Man shall have no preeminence over Beast-
For all is vanity.”
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Lots of good hangs with all my animals lately.
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#minormob
Fellow Prisoners. 
ft. Talia the Moonwatcher.
#mcm 

The True And Everlasting Dragon

The Bold, Impetuous Devil King 
Of The Sixth Heaven

The Monk Burner


Oda Nobunaga
Far too few people I’ve encountered understand the transformative power that verbal affirmations can have on your life. I was one of them. But if you can believe something enough to say it once out loud with sincerity, then it is capable of becoming a reality, and overcoming self-imposed doubt or inhibition or the imminent adversity that comes right along with a human life.
Pang Wan Yu  & Yang Guang Zhan Shi

庞万宇
和
阳光战士

🌄🏯🎴
Impromptu Pup Daze
GPOY


This post connotes the ridiculous amount of Morrison’s Batman that I reluctantly digested today.
"Secure are they:
for Justice,
when triumphant,
will weep down pity,
not punishment,
on Her own wrongs,-
too much avenged
by those who err.”
"Secure are they,
for Justice, 
when triumphant,
will weep down pity, 
not punishment,
on Her own wrongs,
too much avenged
by those who err.”
"Secure are they:
for Justice, when triumphant
will weep down pity,
not punishment 
on her own wrongs,
too much avenged 
by those who err.”
If you wear this sigil of oppression or any of its like, and are complicit in the implied “duties” of tgose who do, you should consider yourself as having already drawn your line in the sand in front of the rest of us and stepped full-well across it. Any idea of the matter beyond that is foolish, wishful, unrealistic. ACAB.
"All the love we share could sink a ship, the ends of earth would tip it all in time,
and it leaves me asking why
we see it under-through and through-and live out in the blue all of our days,
mourning the love we made.

Hang your head and cry.
Look down that lonely road and know that I’m the same old friend, and you’ll find me when it ends.

Yes, it’d sure be fine to sit and pine together.
Will it ever be the same? Well it’s rather hard to say.”