Just another day of the week,
In which your existence took place.
Christoph Waltz & The Clapperboard | “Inglourious Basterds” Outtakes
My answer: notthesunnn
Gahahaha your best friend was hilarious. P.s. I miss you, dearly.
My best friend was best at imitating. I miss you too! We really need to catch up man!
spark that fire to ignite desire. I came from a broken home, where the walls were made of adobe and stone. And the lights were mere candlesticks that cost too much to be lit. The streets were paved with pebbles and sand, empty cans flooded as it added some decor to the definition of the poor. We would sit outside on the hill on hot summer nights. The dirt was refreshing as it pressed upon our soles. We would watch the cities buildings, and tried counting the towers as they reached the skies ceiling. Stars illuminating contrasting creating an array of night lights. I used to think everyone was the same, i thought we all shared the same love and practiced the same fate. Then the sweeps began, the tall men covered in red cloth marched in and out of the communities home, looking for fugitives whom were never heard. They captured different men, one by one, dragged out of their homes beaten with words and weapons that burn. We aren’t part of the elite, so we don’t matter in this meet, we are fragile and weak. Our voice isn’t heard, education wasn’t our form. For that there they lay men, piled up against each other, leaving their fortune, their broken homes.
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Solar eclipse, as seen from Earth’s orbit (source)