No it doesn’t. It just affects depth perception. 

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A clock is ticking and no one can hear it. It beats as a drum should, counting the days that would ultimately lead to a transparent consciousness, blind sided by bleak monotonous undertones of the suffering we have all grown to accustomed too. It is inescapable, and in blind-sight capable of convincing mountains to dive into the bleakest of oceans, and screams through heartbeats of utter devotion. That second of pure existential euphoria a heroin induced, individually produced wrapper of sweet ecstasy so said the soldier who fled from me. Carrying a child in a blackened sack covered in newspaper, never for a second stopping to look back never once has the urge to react to the feelings that he left in pieces now not intact. See I can carve pictures into my skin but it brings on cycles of sin, from the heat of battle right back to where it all begins. Never forget that clock, for it counts while you do not. In your sleep and in the very fabric of your dreams, it does not sleep and pretends to be your friend by no means. There is a train coming for your last gasp, so don’t rely on others to stop and ask. The youth you once had is all that remains, in the hope of something somehow somewhere might fucking change through those theocratic rose tinted glasses, as your child-like dreams reveal themselves in broken chances. The lies told for seconds who hold and break you, to the deeps felt when I’m allowed to break you. The very second you live to exist to the very moment where you’re lungs cease to persist. Remember the drum and don’t let it go, no one can save you for the world in which you know.

MAY post an incredibly slutty picture today genuinely unsure humm…..

told you I was not joking!

I like the way you still think I’m a cunt despite only ever helping you.

I like the way he isn’t over compensating for his little willy.

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It’s just been raining… on my face.

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He has trapped his family!

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You cannot become popular on Tumblr without posting a million pictures of yourself half naked using photoshop. 

I am 23 tomorrow

and contemplating selling out.

I’d judge me too. 

I couldn’t find the cure for bad aids :( sorry Africa 

sarahssuperadventure:

Sam Isaac - Carbon Dating
On the corner, in the street. Terrace blocks, like a tardis. If I could make a gift for you, round black plastic, etched with truth. Don’t want to lose the hope youth brings. It’s got the power of an empty glass. Tears that fall on dirty clothes. Letter signed with an autograph. Come on, look at you. Can you hear the papers hum? Turned hype into violence. How does it feel to be “in it?” Where’s my generation? I lie every second day just to feel safe. How can the act be perfect when you control it? Come on, look at you. 
I’d carbon date it just to make sure. Because you patented what I stood for. In panic I switched my head and heart around. Sticking with hope that’s worth as much as a credit card or a hand me down.

Oh such a simpler time it was when I was listening to this

http://thecynicsbuiltthistown.tumblr.com/ask

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It’s summer, you know what this means right? Time to go to as many petting zoos before the donkeys die.