if i look back, i am lost
Keni
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
ojovivo
wallacepolsom
bliss lane
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KIROKAZE
Stranger Things
🪼
Product Placement
RMH
Misplaced Lens Cap
we're not kids anymore.
noise dept.
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
sheepfilms
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
PR's Tumblrdome
todays bird
seen from Türkiye
seen from Colombia
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Brazil
seen from Malaysia
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seen from United Kingdom
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@keenpandaprincess
“I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.”
—
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via sunsetquotes)
Words can be fake but not actions.
Yeah, I left him because of this. I tried to explain but he always point his finger that it was always my fault. It's just so tiring.
just have to repost this again T^T
can i see a traditional art style created digitally? i think that would be so cool
Hollow
Do you still remember? When we were but young wanderers.
Going to the beaches, we hid.
Under the sand our feet were.
Under the sun my thoughts ran.
There were too many shells on the sand.
Everything with different sizes and shapes.
Color and pattern.
I picked every shell hoping to see something inside.
None. They're just empty.
Sitting on the sand, waiting for the waves to wash them far ashore.
Or bury them deeper. Until, their existence--gone.
I hope to see something more inside.
Not a blank slate.
I still kept looking.
Checking every shell my eyes can see.
But there's nothing, really nothing.
I can't feel something. It's gone. Something is gone.
Desperately, I combed the sand and wailed.
There still must be something inside-- something.
Perhaps, it's not the shell that is empty. But me.
desi academia
studying late at night because the mornings are too noisy. drinking chai with too much sugar despite your mother's protests about it causing acne. arguing with your teacher for that extra half mark on the history paper. the class group chat blowing up the night before an exam. everyone procrastinating together. the entire class suddenly becoming besties an hour before the exam and passing out notes. everyone complaining about how bad our education system is. getting into political debates with your classmates. silently commenting on the uncles and their biased and unknowingly misogynistic remarks on the news channels.
reading fanfiction is like. you are misinterpreting this character incorrectly. i am also misinterpreting them but i'm doing it the correct and sexy way. you dont know him like i know him
“You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important. Art would not be important if life were not important, and life is important.”
— James Baldwin, Conversations with James Baldwin
Cemetery of Staglieno, Genoa, Italy
Affection
just thinking of how our meaning or purpose in life is merely to experience. eating an orange segment, hoping for snow, being in love, returning over and over to one painting, stepping outside for the full moon, submersion in water, having a favourite colour, knowing beauty, feeling alone, feeling connected, feeling longing… it is enough.
I have read The Little Women but the part where Laurie proposes to Jo in the movie hits differently BIGTIME.
Taylor romanticizes it
Lana sexualizes it
Lorde villainizes it
@slowlikepseudo-ephedrine dude I-
fck my brain. can’t even understand anatomy
Window of his Soul.
It's late in the evening and I feel weary while dragging myself up this shitty hill. Why would someone build buildings on top of a hill? Yes, it looks refreshing and breathtaking but it literally can take my breath away.
I huff and puff as I climbed this hill. My car had been broken for months because of that night. I sighed. I think my luck in life is starting to die. One by one, all of my prized possessions are drifting away and if not, broken or gone. It's been months, I always keep telling myself that other people had it rough than my current situation to keep my spirit high but why does everyday feels like dying?
From someone as superior as an eagle to a crow. How did I ended up in this situation?
The wind blows on my hair as I reached my apartment's building. Good thing I still haven't lost my home. I smiled bitterly. I looked up the heights of the building as the wind grew stronger and stronger.
I need to rest immediately. Walking inside the hall of the apartment feels gloomy and heavy. Something isn't right. The lights are dim and the dry leaves from the trees outside made their way inside. This feels like a scene from a horror movie. I scoffed. As if, ghosts aren't real as well as fantasies and things like that.
I didn't mind the way the lights flicker as I made my way in front of the elevator. I'll just call the landlord tomorrow that the lights are messing up.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed as my toes stub into something. What the hell is this? I turned on my phone's light to see a rectangular shaped canvas lying in front of the elevator. It is covered by a rummaged black garbage bag, it looks like someone eagerly wanted to throw this.
Unconsciously, I didn't let go of the 'thing' as I made my way inside the elevator. Should I really bring this to my place? I still didn't know what's inside and what's it doing outside the elevator but I am seriously curious and the only thing to kill this curiosity is by opening this bag.
I turned on the lights of my apartment and throw my handbag and heels on the couch. I sit carefully the sofa as I sighed deeply. This day is really tiring, I wanted to eat something sweet and soft.
But first! I need to see what's on the bag.
part ii
The wind rustles outside my apartment's veranda, growing stronger with each passing second as my hands close the gap between the bag. What will I discover? Although I'm ecstatic, I'm also as scared as a timid cat. I take a deep breath before opening the bag. My lights flicker as I remove the rectangular object from the bag. I carefully placed it on the table to examine it. It's just a portrait painting of a man, but... his...
His pair of deep green forest eyes pierce through my soul. Can paintings do that? It looks alive, almost like a real person, as if I'm facing the actual individual. His smirk also sends a chill down my spine. I don't know why.
But one thing's for sure. Whoever painted this is a legend! A miracle worker! I'm definitely going to hang this on my wall. It's a masterpiece! Why would someone throw away such a beautiful painting? They must be crazy.
I dust off some of the dirt and dust on the wall's surface, then carefully hang it on some vacant nails on my blank wall. The painting doesn't blend well with the interior of my living room because of its color and the aura it exudes. My room is a mix of black and white, so I think they will complement each other.
I immediately hang the painting on my bedroom wall, step back, and just stare at it. Unconsciously, I smile, overwhelmed with awe, a feeling as if I've won the lottery or a contest.
Like in a movie, the man gazes lovingly at his partner, and the lady feels the intensity of her partner's stare. It's happening right now.
Art by Z DL
THESE ARE EXTRAORDINARY!
“Romance” - paintings by Ron Hicks
If only I could live in a painting
First time I tried using csp although for free, I had a great time using it! Here’s my original simple artwork!
Help me pay csp for premium access please. Huhuhuhhu. I badly wanted to publish a story in webtoon <3
Window of his Soul.
It's late in the evening, and I feel weary as I drag myself up this steep hill. Why would someone build buildings on top of a hill? Yes, it looks refreshing and breathtaking, but it can literally take my breath away.
I huff and puff as I climb this hill. My car has been broken for months because of that night. I sigh. I think my luck in life is starting to die. One by one, all of my prized possessions are drifting away, and if not, they're broken or gone. It's been months, and I keep telling myself that other people have it rougher than my current situation to keep my spirits high, but why does every day feel like dying?
From someone as superior as an eagle to a crow. How did I end up in this situation?
The wind blows through my hair as I reach my apartment building. Good thing I still haven't lost my home. I smile bitterly. I look up at the heights of the building as the wind grows stronger and stronger.
I need to rest immediately. Walking inside the hall of the apartment feels gloomy and heavy. Something isn't right. The lights are dim, and dry leaves from the trees outside have made their way inside. This feels like a scene from a horror movie. I scoff. As if ghosts aren't real, as well as fantasies and things like that.
I don't mind the way the lights flicker as I make my way in front of the elevator. I'll just call the landlord tomorrow about the lights acting up.
"Ouch!" I exclaim as my toes stub into something. What the hell is this? I turn on my phone's light to see a rectangular-shaped canvas lying in front of the elevator. It's covered by a rummaged black garbage bag, as if someone eagerly wanted to throw it away.
Unconsciously, I don't let go of the 'thing' as I make my way inside the elevator. Should I really bring this to my place? I still don't know what's inside and what it's doing outside the elevator, but I'm seriously curious, and the only way to kill this curiosity is by opening this bag.
I turn on the lights in my apartment, throw my handbag and heels on the couch, and sit carefully on the sofa as I sigh deeply. This day has been really tiring. I want to eat something sweet and soft.
But first, I need to see what's in the bag.
