Birdy trick. She responds anytime I make that noise.

Imagine Dragons “It’s Time” (by theoccidentalsaloon)

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Blank pages look at you funny don’t they? As if taunting you with possibilities. Acting as if they can be anything; but we all know that’s not true. They’re limited to what we see for them. They’re not independent from us, their future depends on whomever randomly approaches them and audaciously pens their thoughts. I suppose they’re not too different from people. At least we can edit ourselves on a whim. Unfortunately, the update isn’t always ubiquitously received. And most times no one can find one’s blank page, most times it’s hidden well. All we have to see are squiggly lines we transform into what we see fit. At times we force these lines to write poetry, other times we force them to write foreboding cautions. All the while the subject innocently walks along, holding close their own blank page. That’s all that matters, one’s own page. And one day, on the most special of occasions, we share that page. We read each other’s lives and pull out our pens to edit, and highlighters to remember. And sometimes, just sometimes, we just accept what we have read and cherish it.

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Will Smith and Gary Barlow Do ‘The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air’ Rap

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Reaper (by Euansmith)

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I can’t imagine this scene without the text.

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