The novelty of "me" has completely worn off. I've realized I'm only ordinary....a generic drumstick in a world where Nestles is the preferred brand

Love Begins

Andulka
Three Goblin Art
we're not kids anymore.

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Jules of Nature
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@theartofmadeline
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Janaina Medeiros
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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@justanotherdamsel
The novelty of "me" has completely worn off. I've realized I'm only ordinary....a generic drumstick in a world where Nestles is the preferred brand
Excerpt #4356 of my short story
"You never read anything that I write unless it's addressed to you? Are you really that narcissistic?" "I am. I absolutely am. I don't read what you write because I am always searching for myself in there. Hoping to find an inside joke or hidden gem placed there just for me." "That is so fucked up." "No. Fucked up would be lying and telling you otherwise. At least this is the truth. We play out like a novel, you and I. Maybe that's why neither of us can seem to write one, we are too busy living it to stop and write about it. That's fucking invigorating. It's a drug. A lethal mixture of ecstasy and opium."
Having a broken heart that you can't tell anyone about is probably the lonliest feeling in the world
White Light, 1954
Jackson Pollock
I'm fairly convinced that people who don't like Pollock are simply afraid of the realization that all life is chaotic and messy and in fact, Pollock is the realest realist of all time.
The way you reveal yourself to me One page, one line, one word, a snapshot….it’s like you're skinning yourself alive, one skin cell at a time
I watch your mouth And all I can think about is how sweet our last kiss was
The Girl & Her Ghost
"I wish I could hold your hand. Like a normal couple," she said.
"We’re not a normal couple," he replied, "technically, we don’t even exist."
"Then why do you have the power to totally break my heart?"
"Because you’ve already broken mine."
"Is where you remind me to ‘live in the moment’ and just enjoy what is?"
"No. This is where I tell you that everyday I can’t touch you kills me just a little bit more. This is where I tell you how hard it is for me to enjoy what’s in front of me when what I really want is so far away."
You have become my clock All time starts and stops with you
A Summer’s Tale (Eric Rohmer, 1996)
I don't think I can tell the difference between fantasy and reality. Not sure if that's a blessing or a curse. Sometimes it breaks my heart so badly I'm sure I'll never breathe again. Other times it is so blissful I'm sure I've glimpsed heaven.
"I just want to experience a nano-second in which we are each other's entire existence." (Quote from the short story I'm working on right now)
Trying to write something and I just can't get it right. But at least I got to use the phrase "post-coital croissants"
I don't want to think anymore I just want to be