i look like i've just jumped the Berlin Wall

вторник, 17 февраля 2015

06:22

verwirrt / crab and proud

лол мне нравится, как линкедин продолжает подпихивать мне людей, работающих в юбисофт, основываясь на моих коннекшнс. мечтать не вредно -___-

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понедельник, 09 февраля 2015

07:31

verwirrt / crab and proud

O______________O перфекшон

If Bioshock and Bioshock Infinite were 2D isometric

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06:59

verwirrt / crab and proud

единственная причина покупать AC Rogue - кораааааблики. но мне так надоело тратить бабло на эту франшизу. но кораблики! но ебучий юбисофт. но кораблики! юбисофт ноуз вот битчез вонт, к сожалению. энд битчес вонт кораблики.
энивей, мейби лейтер, когда у меня будет бабло, я пройду юнити, куплю весь свой вишлист на стиме и 30 фигурок funko pop.

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понедельник, 02 февраля 2015

07:14

verwirrt / crab and proud

01.02.2015 в 14:08

Пишет DevilWearsJeans:

Atlas. Atlas. Atlas.
Look at you now—
On your knees for humanity.
How holy and sacred you make them.
Are those hymns that drip from your lips, now?
Instead of scorn, you lie
Prostrate and hold them on your back.
Look at you now—
On your knees. Beg for it. Beg to stand, Atlas.

Atlas. Atlas. Atlas.
Bear your punishment.
Carrying the world is not it.
That would be mercy, and the Gods…
They do not know mercy.
Atlas, how does it all feel?
Know that ache between your broken ribs,
Where you heart should be,
And know what being mortal means.”

— Atlas (im)Mortalized|| JnW

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07:13

verwirrt / crab and proud

01.02.2015 в 12:50

Пишет DevilWearsJeans:

“How does a monster become a monster?
It starts with love,
always love,
and they ate it
in greedy handfuls,
back when they were
whole and beautiful
and the light waltzed
on their skin like stars.

It starts with sin,
always sin,
like fingerprints on the spine,
like a devouring,
like singing while Eden floods,
like singing with fists in their mouths.

Before a monster is a monster,
it is swollen with love,
it presses sin flush against the wall,
it pretends that it knows
what to do with its hands.
And then the love vanishes,
it is plucked right out of their mouths,
and the monster is desolate,
and the monster is withering,
and all that is left is sin
and a gaping hole
where the heart should be,
overgrown and abandoned,
stars spilling out.”

— Emily Palermo, And Maybe I Haven’t Been Kissed in a Long Time

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четверг, 29 января 2015