When you left me, I left I this world.
Buried under cement and stone.
They dragged me back into this moment.
And forced my hand to be disowned.
Now I am again risen.
Vengeance is once more my name.
I am the Bird of Hermes.
Eating my wings to make me tame.
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She gave this to me...
Before she left
And you made me watch it die.
How long did you think I'd let you live?
I would have ended you, Judeth
I had every intention
Now I'm not sure
You'll ever leave
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Be seeing you, Mr. Wick
Magic and Gardens
Photographed Winter/Spring 2019 at The Grounds, Alexander. The Paddock, Surry Hills and Central Station, Sydney, Australia.
People keep asking if I’m back and I haven’t really had an answer. But now, yeah, I’m thinkin’ I’m back. — John Wick (2014)
Dark Academia Ask Game: I was born in 1834 to a seamstress and barber in a back-alley dilapidated Victorian townhouse in Whitechapel, London. At 14, I committed my first murder, wherein I broke into my neighbor's yard and killed his prized Australian Lorikeets because the damned things sat outside my bedroom window early of a morning and chanted their irritating songs. it was not my first murder. I since regretted my poor fortune and have worked to make amends in a new secret society. Who am I?
finding eachother with bloody hands, whispering in dark alleys and running from people who aren’t really there. conversations increasing in volume and secrets stumbling out between meaningless words, considering if friendships are even worth the effort anymore. do i want to kill you or be you? should we run away or put in the work? societies either end in glory and redemption, or snapping eachothers throats to stop more birdsong from waking us up.
|| Fan Published Novella - 29 // 11 // 2020 ||
// Original Artwork in this Trailer © Jessica Woulfe, Softyrider62, Kazuya Minekura, Warner Bros. Pictures. Design & Production - Small Fortunes Publishing. Music by: Nick Road. Song: ‘Octane’ - Trailer designed for entertainment purposes only. Not for profit. No copyright infringement intended. //
“He comes in shadows, moves in silence. The Baba Yaga they call him. Prince of the Underworld. He got out once. He completed an impossible task that served to pave the foundations for a generation. That built on blood and bodies the glory that we know today. We have wronged him. It was more than just the car. More than just the puppy. He came back for vengeance. He came back for love. He told me to tell the world no matter who comes, he’s going to kill them all. I believe him.” - Winston. The Continental. New York City.
“And [director of photography] Dan Laustsen, with his… He loves that little key light in the eyes. [Keanu] you were always getting the half-face lighting, the one eye, and the other guy in most of the scenes was always getting the two eyes. That was another plan. One eye versus the two eyes.” —Chad Stahelski, taken from the John Wick: Chapter 2 director’s commentary.
Mr. Wick keeps his daily ideals, short, sharp and to the point.
Perhaps we can forgive him?
PS: Laser Glass Spider does not condone drink driving. Had a drink? Make public transport your Plan B. Drink responsibly. 🥂
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I came to dinner
He invited me
I wore a dress
In black
For him
He watched me over the dinner table
Refilled my wine
Reminded me to breathe
Though I forgot long ago how to live.
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