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Andulka
hello vonnie
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JBB: An Artblog!
Show & Tell
taylor price
NASA
Discoholic 🪩
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Not today Justin
shark vs the universe
Misplaced Lens Cap
JVL
if i look back, i am lost
AnasAbdin
trying on a metaphor
will byers stan first human second
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
seen from Brazil
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@beepboopgimmesoup
Now I'm the one that's leaving
oh how the tables turn
I know one day I'll come again
till then my world will burn.
Flames go up and soot, like rain, falleth to the ground
around a soul who's on the road,
until their heart is found.
An echo chamber round a void,
thence was filled with Red,
seeks to find another beat
to fill darkness in their stead
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
World Heritage Post
like actually though. i’m in AWE of the notecount.
I like them all
y'know i'm awfully glad I'm a small blog.
I can say whatever I want and nobody will try to start beef with me
a worm on a string, my final braincell
"Hey can I-"
Zoom
"I need to ask you if-"
Nyoom
"STOP IT RIGHT THERE." You grab the speedy final functioning braincell by the shoulders.
"What did we do yesterday."
It toots a kazoo in your face and dies immediately.
please?
MAYBE THEY DON'T MEAN TO, AND I KNOW PEOPLE HAVE TO CHANGE
BUT IT'D BE NICE IF JUST FOR ONCE
THEY STAYED INSIDE MY RANGE
You thought I had a darkened mind, until I took you by the hand
And showed you everything I was, a gold and gleaming land
You looked at me with glowing eyes reflecting my empire
You thus agreed I wasn't dark
Because everything's on fire
you told her she was your star, your sun
that must be why it hurts to look at her
after everything you've done
How can I face my demons if you're still running around in my head?
I want to pour tea on my keyboard, snap my pencil, break my quill.
But then how would you read the words I use to describe how you make me feel.
I Screem
Self critial enough to depricate myself.
Arrogant enough to think my vocabulary wasn't complex enough.
"I'll tell you about it if I ever get it straight in my head."
- Earnest Hemmingway
"Do you know what torture by hope is?
After despair, calm sets in, But hope can drive you mad."
-Anna Ahkmatova, quoted by Lydia Chukovskaya in the "the Ahkmatova Journals,"
Oh boy, the fount of story ideas that came forth from this picture.
Although I fear I just bombarded her with random bursts of writing energy. Her listening to me was much appreciated.
The spitting of story concepts between myself and my friend went as follows:Â
“You know the dark statues that turn bronze where you touch them too much? Imagine that on a bust's lips. Nasty. Not even from multiple people. Just one person waking up and having a statue smooch be the first thing on their list. And it wouldn't even be theirs. They'd break into the house of their family's rivals like Romeo and Juliet, steal something, and kiss the statue on the way out, out of spite. Gosh I gotta write.
“That would be such a funny sherlock episode.”
“It WOULD OMGOSH You should write a script for it. I can imagine you going buck wild with the concept.”
“Oh that would be so funny.”
“I shall play the bust.”Â
“Lia there are better ways to get guys-”
“-but instead of being kissed, I'll come alive and whoop them bc I switched myself out for the bust in order to beat their booty for breaking into the Edwards household. Weapon of choice, toxic lipstick but instead I just stab them in the eye with it.”
“ Wow. Ok”
“*stab stab”
"’The murder at Herefordshire manor’" just got a whole new meaning.”
He stood soaking wet outside her front door, a desperate look on his face.Â
“Come back to tell me you love me?” She mused, swirling her wine. Lighting streaked the sky in the window behind her. “Good. I’m in the mood for lies.”
Call me when you want to leave this world behind for what you and I know it can be.
Lia Vera
Try to find solace in the forest and find your feet have gone soft and are pricked by thorns. No place to breathe. Try to find peace in the ocean and your cuts are stung with salt water. No place to heal. Try to breathe in the sky and your wings fail without strength. No place to be free. My dear, why do you blame the places you used to know when all you did was change yourself?
Lia Vera
ESP?? Universe’s Blind Eye pt.3
Soot rained from the darkened sky, lit only by the flames of the city around them.
“But what do we do?” She cried into her hands. Her breathing erratic, and cuts oozing a substance they shouldn’t be. “There’s nothing left! We’ve failed and now everyone is paying for us.”
Her brother recalled something their old mentor had said during one of his rants about the universe. “When there is nothing left...” He whispered to himself.
“What?” She said, lifting her head, revealing tear streaked cheeks on a dirtied face.
“When there is nothing left. No hope. No backdoor for survival. There is one final shred of chance for the insane.” He looked at his sister with a determined look. "We need to get the universe's attention."
