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good pole dancers could probably survive a zombie apocalypse like damn what hardcore athletes that shit is hard
i’d watch a movie about pole dancers fighting zombies so hard someone fund that
“Hi! I’m Inky (inkyblacknight.tumblr.com) and I’m a transman who likes girl clothes. I’m learning a lot about my sexuality and gender expression as a transitioning FtM genderqueer androgyne lately, so here I am trying to be more proud of my body. C:”
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(in which I suddenly have a lot of Courfeyrac feelings and of course, the first thing I decide to do is to make a rant about it on Tumblr.)
(warning : I’m very bad at organizing my thoughts.)
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Here is what they don’t tell you:
Icarus laughed as he fell.
Threw his head back and
yelled into the winds,
arms spread wide,
teeth bared to the world.(There is a bitter triumph
in crashing when you should be
soaring.)The wax scorched his skin,
ran blazing trails down his back,
his thighs, his ankles, his feet.
Feathers floated like prayers
past his fingers,
close enough to snatch back.
Death breathed burning kisses
against his shoulders,
where the wings joined the harness.
The sun painted everything
in shades of gold.(There is a certain beauty
in setting the world on fire
and watching from the centre
of the flames.)
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