2113 // Coheed And Cambria

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2113 // Coheed And Cambria
epiphany
(noun) As one of the most beautiful words in the English lexicon, the word epiphany is a rare existence in language, where its definition, its phonetic, and its aesthetic complement each other. An epiphany is defined as a sudden revelation, a burst of insight, which is usually bestowed upon one by a small occurrence. When the word epiphany reaches one’s lips, instinctually one thinks of something grandiose and enlightening; it is an ethereal feeling. Therefore, epiphany sounds beautiful, possesses a profound meaning and looks lovely on paper. (via wordsnquotes)
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair; I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.I hate you so much it makes me sick;It even makes me rhyme.I hate the way you’re always right,I hate it when you lie, I hate it when you make me laugh; Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you; Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
When I can’t sleep.
everything personal
Frosty river…. by Per Ottar Walderhaug
Iceland - Bruarfoss by CID228
I believe writers are obliged to fall, if not for someone, at least for something.
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yin/yang
there's something about the sky at night something so moving about the moon she's illuminating and calm she's gentle but strong there's something soothing about darkness specked with tiny little lights strewn across a vast space, so big I can't take it all in with one glance so beautiful I never want to blink.
there's something so unusual about the night, something so freeing about being unseen I feel like I can say or do anything, and no one will judge me I feel like I can be true to my weirdness only brought out by late nights, car rides, and starry nights
in the daylight I strive to be great when the sun shines I can take on the day in the yellowish glow of the rising and setting I feel a sense of romance and love my skin feels warm and my eyes shine the way the sun watches over the ocean the way he protects the horizon with his colors its all so breath-taking and inspiring
the sun takes on the world and the other planets the sun gives life to the moon the sun gives meaning to our earth the biggest star of all but the sun has an ego and the sun knows he is needed the moon is here most nights, but the moon has weekends the moon goes through phases and she builds up to her greatness the sun is hot and heavy and wont let up the moon gives you a break from her, just because
the sun is beautiful and beaming the moon is quiet yet gleaming the sun is loud and bright the moon takes on the shadows of the night the sun is rude and ruthless wakes you up and beating on a hot day the moon is cool and collected drawing you in on in chilly weather the sun shouts and screams lights and colors that beam the moon is sultry and seductive she dances and sings, she cries and weeps the sun is there when you have a good day the moon is there when you have a bad night the sun urges you to go out and explore the moon is content with sitting on your front porch
I have never really noticed how significant they both are how one can exist without the other, but the other cannot well maybe she could, the moon would still be there even if she wasn't a bright white and blue maybe she can find her own light maybe she doesn't have to depend on the sun all night
the sun and moon have a codependant relationship but the moon gets to feel like she's in a new place each night while the sun is stuck in the middle of the chaos the earth gets to rotate and move and spin around they seems to all dance around one another dancing, gracefully dancing, mathematically
In the last 3 months I have:
Ended a relationship of almost 3 years, quit my job, somehow fit everything into 3 bags and moved to a different state. I have learned so much about myself already and I am a lot stronger than I ever thought I could be. I can’t even begin to describe how it feels to just drop everything and do something different. I have always conformed to the idea of being comfortable and settling for what I have. I refuse to be that person anymore. I refuse to be comfortable. I want change, I want variety, I want value and quality over quantity.
I am now living in the beautiful state of Oregon where I am surrounded by mountains and trees and rivers. This is my first stop of many. I do no know where I am going but I will know when I get there.
Stay true to your gut instinct & never settle, friends.
♡ awsucker ♡