old receipts turning yellow with such beautiful stories keeping the last bit of memories through flower petals and old letters with no meaning left to it any more colourful lights lit red green yellow and blue hanging on my wall since when you gave it to me old pictures taped to the wall with friends you haven't spoken to in months
but all this doesn't matter to me the memories are kept safe and the nostalgia in my bedroom lives on
nuclear axe man with an axe must cut the cable for the h-bomb will go off and fry them all if he fails he must sever the power and risk being fried like a fish his island mates'lives are his tho one is already dead he was the shark bait to allow his pal's salvation which will be short lived if he fails to chop the wire a big fat wire carrying the juice a million ******* volts! the plane is on the way to give a signal to the trigger then the bomb will fire and a sun is born white light style and the test will be postponed till the plane crash survivors are rescued and their story told the nuclear arms race received a slight delay to save lives
before the axe their seaplane crashed by the island they thought they were safe but it was fake salvation for an event was planned a massive earth shaking event britain's bomb program continued
These letters placed onto this keyboard are able to make art so beautiful and novels so imaginative! And this metal piece with keys on top, can also make h
More of a shitposty thing, still decided to share it because why not ;P
You are not much of a talker Maybe that's what has gotten into me Having to look you in the eyes every time you spoke Reaching for the words you wouldn't slip Like a treasure hunt At the bottom of the ocean Never much oxygen to breathe yet enough heart beat to keep from suffocating And if I could stick my hand beneath my skin I would rip you Like another dissonant string in the middle of a perfect pitch Pull you out of my ribs and sit away in silence Tracing back the days to that one night You caught my neck between your teeth Bit your venom right into me and left The way you leave every burning temple Like a fucken coward Afraid the fire would burn further than the back of your hand Or the broken glass would cut deeper into the side of your eyebrow And I know I've got both your fears buried inside of me Ready to sting But they would never tear you apart Not the way you're tearing me In silence
