set up camp in the garage, at this point. finished work on the batmobile, but the other classic japanese imports needed work too, and . . . . he hasn't left since this morning.

i don't style people. just myself. sometimes. ( still just watching, glancing behind her to the city below. ) if you liked the other one, that's fine, too. just the one i liked, myself.

night hangs over gotham— and for those leading lives bringing them in all of the wrong directions . . . . well. it's business as usual, then.

pondering another hiatus to the public ( ... )

for a magazine. i'm not sure i have much of a reason to linger.

You can’t believe what you’re watching… I’m living it. The screams, the dust, the blood—it’s not a video for us, it’s our every second. What breaks your heart on screen is crushing us in real life.

batman by david aja

|| Oday and his family need support. Please follow your heroes example and lift up their voices. Share this around.

somewhat.

me too. ( he's curious, more than anything, when the dress is laid out rather than taken with - but she's welcomed, arms around her hips when she sits. ) a second for what?

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"wasn't ever too big on pie. my mother liked it, and she heated up hers." taking the plate while he reflects, albeit briefly. no smile, no frown. just remembering. all he can do. "you've seen it. a few times, if i remember correctly. would wager that you were very involved,"