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There are omens at my door, death seems to be finally knocking. I think im starting to feel the Fear. I feel like im walking slowly to something huge, might just be my end. Four days now the crow has watched me, Four days now he has met me morning noon and night. This is my last dawn. Maybe this life was just for a breath. One journey ends, another begins.
Farewell?
(Source: zombie-lover, via crustwitch)
friends of the human and chemical kind
Laguna coastline
My friends street art we stumble apon while crashing under a bridge
Day of the dead
(Source: theportablefaulkner)
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