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@portiaconn
Some walk with sadness
in a way others don’t.
It follows us all
but art and its disciples let it in,
open the door and invite it
to sit down for tea.
Let’s talk about how-
the past never stays in the past,
and the present,
is forever so hard to grasp.
Fresh layers of skin,
lie untouched
before the future makes its mark.
Grief or celebration - what will it be?
In the end,
Life is just an elegy.
the strange wind
there is a strange wind
blowing me away from this town
and all the things I thought I knew so well,
something’s changed,
something’s shifted.
we all see colours differently
but in this town
it’s darker,
the stars are bright but barely show at all.
#331991
The more I think I have time to dwell over decisions, the more I become the person I am not meant to be. I need to not think. To let myself exist outside my head.
Everything has to be impulse, to be free, pure, careless and wild. That’s real art. Just being. First decisions. The first slightly weird outfit choice, the urge to approach someone, melody, lyrics, poetry. It’s always better the first time. The first attempt. From the heart. That’s the soul talking.
I’m on the verge of something I swear. Just give me a little more time.
Bird's eye of a stage feat Big Jeff. Fuck I miss gigs and music and everything that comes with it. I won't lie to you, I was ready to give up on music about 6 months ago. My soul felt like it had been crushed to a pulp, never to return again and 'disheartened' was an understatement. I felt I had nothing left to give to an industry that couldn't give a fuck anymore. BUT THEN - lockdown came along, snuck in like a well timed thief in the night and forced me to rethink. It slowly re-ignited a tiny little baby fire I honestly didn't think I'd see again, and my conclusion - that giving up music would be like pretending I could carry on living without a heartbeat. Ridiculous. So here we are. That's it, that's my revelation. We'll see what comes next but for now I'm happy just sitting with that. That's the beautiful thing about time, sometimes it performs miracles and all you can do is recognise that and revel in it for a while.✨💫✨ (at Colston Hall) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAWBvm_HONE/?igshid=1iklxb6p49noq
You were born in a flowerbed, to write books, poetry and songs that flow like magic and tug like an ocean, but never to answer a simple - yes or no. ✨🌸✨🌸✨🌸✨ https://www.instagram.com/p/CAQ3sa2nIf-/?igshid=5ycneo9bgq2d
You fed me kippers and poached eggs that morning. I felt like your cat. A cat you'd found on the street one night and vowed to love forever.
1 & 2 by redscorpius
name aesthetic moodboard: malerie’s holiday
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t always promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child. And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong and you really do have worth and you learn and you learn with every good-bye you learn.
Veronica Shofftstall (via psych-facts)
It Went Away
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by Christian Gendron
