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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. iâm in AWE of the notecount.
itâs sad that puppets are more accepting than peopleâŚ
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You know what I am going to say. I love you. What I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me. You could draw me to fire, you could draw me to water, you could draw me to the gallows, you could draw me to any death, you could draw me to anything I have most avoided, you could draw me to any exposure and disgrace. This and the confusion of my thoughts, so that I am fit for nothing, is what I mean by your being the ruin of me.
Charles Dickens, Our Mutual Friend (via thelovejournals)
I cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be happy. I think the purpose of life is to be useful, to be responsible, to be compassionate. It is, above all, to matter and to count, to stand for something, to have made some difference that you lived at all.
Leo Rosten (via thequotejournals)
Mash-up Toy Shining by Kyle Lambert.Â
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I have stopped being sorry for being honest. I have stopped being sorry for not being perfect. I have stopped being sorry for being sensitive. I have stopped being sorry for crying when I had every reason to. I have stopped being sorry for cutting them & their negativity off my life. I have stopped being sorry for being me.
Soumya Goswami (via wordsnquotes)
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Impressionist Cityscapes Through Loversâ Eyes by Leonid Afremov
A professional artist since 1978, American artist Leonid Afremov graduated from the prestigious school Vitebsk Art School, originally founded by classical artist Marc Chagall. Inspired by the work of the latter, Pablo Picasso, Amedeo Modigliani, and Salvador DalĂ, Afremovâs work is purely emotional. Every scene is a reflection of his feelings, emotions, passions and anything that feeds his soul. For this reason, he often chooses to cover the beauty of young love, romance, and the grandeur of cityscapes, which often glimmer as brightly as his paintings during the night.
The vibrant and highly saturated colors of Afremovâs work mimic his inspirations, although his technique emulates Camille Pissarroâs and Claude Monetâs impressionist brush and Georges Seuratâs pointillistic style. By combining the soft flare of depicting images and figures with the contrast of pixelated sharp colors, Afremov delivers stunning and stimulating pieces. You can find more of his work in his Etsy shop.
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support the arts. go see a friendâs theatre production, buy a piece of artwork you love if you can afford it, tip a street musician who made you stop walking to admire their skills. the arts are so beautiful and under appreciated. please commemorate people for the hard work they show through artwork. as an artist, itâs so easy to become discouraged, so if you have an opportunity to support an artist, do your best to take it.
The reason why we canât let go of someone is because deep down inside we still have hope.
Unknown (via wordsnquotes)
I appreciate every piece of you. Your sadness. Your deep hazel eyes. Your long fingers. Your dark sense of humor. Your soft laughter. Your wit. Your boyish charm. Your lengthy stride. Your raspy voice in the morning. Your warmth at night. Your intelligence. All of it.
accidentallyamanda (via wordsnquotes)
She is more than just her body. Pay attention to the way she speaks about her dreams. I mean really pay attention. When you see the way her eyes light up when she tells you about her passions; you will swear that God gave you your own personal star to take care of. Stop her if she apologizes for being a burden, and assure her that you enjoy her presence and her smile that grows wider and warmer with each second like the morning sunrise. If she doesnât apologize, stay quiet; that means she is sure of herself and thatâs wonderful. Listen to her thoughts long enough, and you will realize that she is more than strawberry lips and satin skin. Her voice will become your favorite song, the runner up being her laugh only because thereâs just something about the way she sounds at 2am when everything is quiet except the inside of your head and she is all you can tolerate. You will look in the mirror and your reflection will feel incomplete; the space left over when she is not around will tug on the heartstrings you forgot you had until you next meet and when you do, you will question how her soul can be so shiny in such a dark world. She will become everything you think you want and everything you fear; her words spoken with an intensity that will make you believe there is fire coursing through her veins hotter than the flames of life that forged her. The only thing able to match the heat will be the way she touches you like she wishes she could burn her name onto your skin, not knowing that you already feel like her image is seared into your eyelids, and as if things couldnât get any worse, she will smell amazing. She is a hurricane and you will know this but you will want to call her home. Iâm telling you, she is more than just her body. And if youâve managed to see her naked, you still havenât seen anything yet.
Maxwell Diawuoh, Below the Surface (via wordsnquotes)
You know when, sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later, theyâre as dull as a brick? Then thereâs other people, and you meet them and you think, âNot bad; theyâre okay.â And then you get to know them, and their face sort of becomes them, like their personality is written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful.
Amelia Pond (via thelovejournals)
I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word youâve ever said to me. If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you. You would say itâs too soon to feel this way. You would ask how I could be so certain. But some things canât be measured by time. Ask me an hour from now. Ask me a month from now. A year, ten years, a lifetime. The way I love you will outlast every calendar, clock, and every toll of every bell that will ever be cast.
Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas (via thelovejournals)
