dustbetweenthewires

screaming
into the eye
of the lens
your thin
paper wings
downtown
waterfront
boy
the golden
sunlight of
you
with a glass
eye on you
rocketjumper:

nosmo:

1984, you’re right man! That’s a typo. Orwell’s here now, he’s livin’ large. We have no names man, no names, we are nameless!



REPRESENT!

rocketjumper:

nosmo:

1984, you’re right man! That’s a typo. Orwell’s here now, he’s livin’ large. We have no names man, no names, we are nameless!

REPRESENT!