Walk like a Pharaoh.
David A.
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“She’s pretty”,
she replied, admiringly, yet almost envious in her tone. She saw, in her, everything she was not.
so some of you may have been wondering where i've been for a while now. i started a new blog, deleted it, and started crwncks. anyway, i have just released my latest remix tape, "trx", on today, july 31st. hope you enjoy it.
I've been thinking about age a bit lately. I realised that I'm the same age as the tumblr users I used to look up to were when I first joined tumblr, and it's just really weird to think I'm that same person I was when I was 16. Same url and archive. This generation is literally growing with the internet.
I looked up and found The Big Dipper in the stars last night. I can't even remember how many childhood cartoons must've subconsciously taught me that. Better than any books could. I passed to the left, pointing out constellations to those around me as people played frisbee amidst streetlights at midnight, celebrating Myles' 20th.
But memories keep coming back
All the nights that we used to laugh
Wanna know how it used to was, how it used to was