Hemingway playing kick the can.
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My Viking Ship done by Musa from Tribo Tattoo (Prague) at Doncaster Tattoo Convention 2011.
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#10 Inglourious Basterds (2009)
Directed By Quentin Tarantino
Brad Pitt, BJ Novak, Christoph Waltz, Eli Roth, Michael Fassbender, Melanie Laurent
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Thank you all for an amazing 2011! Here’s to film!
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I wrote a song about war
The kind that lives in your head. I found a place i can sit, a place where everyday light hits.
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So striking, I swear you leveled me with a look,
reminded me of my breathing patterns,
ran your hands through the grease and set fire to my face,
seduced a love to grief and left the same as you came,
we were based on an end,
It’s as if everyone always arrives already gone,
some say love is a river and the wetness behind my ears puts out the wick,
some say love is time, I helped you pass,
love is location, we were just circumstance,
could almost smell the must, the urgency
I knew better, I just didn’t care,
but I think that I felt more inside you than I would have liked,
you carved me rigid, and I hate you for it
you were everything I wanted at night,
you were a dream, but come light,
I lost what I saw in you,
through those somber windows,
we were addicted to the moon light lines in my old room,
and I couldn’t tell us apart.
reminded me of my breathing patterns,
ran your hands through the grease and set fire to my face,
seduced a love to grief and left the same as you came,
we were based on an end,
It’s as if everyone always arrives already gone,
some say love is a river and the wetness behind my ears puts out the wick,
some say love is time, I helped you pass,
love is location, we were just circumstance,
could almost smell the must, the urgency
I knew better, I just didn’t care,
but I think that I felt more inside you than I would have liked,
you carved me rigid, and I hate you for it
you were everything I wanted at night,
you were a dream, but come light,
I lost what I saw in you,
through those somber windows,
we were addicted to the moon light lines in my old room,
and I couldn’t tell us apart.
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