“All we are left with is the radio’s hum as the view through the dusty car window scrolls past endless rice fields. The sky is grey and heavy, and I am still carrying my fragile and muddy human history in one clenched palm. McCoy’s ATMOSPHERE
annaxiin: “ the witch’s son edit: hey, PSA to the people that are tagging this picture with ‘Deckard’ or ‘bee and puppycat’ or any variation thereof: It’s not Deckard so please don’t! Please don’t ignore the colour of Deckard’s skin.