#ireallydontknow

[skyvonflorida]

I feel like he is one of my old professors. #art #watercolorpainting #watercolor #watercolorillustration #artstudent #man #maninasuit #dragon #chinesdragon #ireallydontknow

[unsaid-stardust]

Gryffindor or Hufflepuff?????

Ok so I did the pottermore sorting quiz for like the umpteenth time and I got Gryffindor, which I’ve gotten like 5 times before this (so 6 times) and I’ve gotten Hufflepuff like 5 times too so Idk which one I really am?????? Help????? What do you guys think I am???

[earlymoderngothic]

Have you been introduced to In Parenthesis by David Jones?

My favourite poet is William Butler Yeats but there is so much beauty to choose from.

Richard in Canada

The title is very familiar but I've never read it! I will definitely read it at some point in the near future :)

And I like some of Yeats' poems too, especially The Lake Isle of Innisfree and A Coat, but I haven't read much by him either.

[ronanpearl]

sometimes my brain is capable of coming up with complex characters, elaborate fanatsy worlds, intricate stories to connect them all together

and then other times it gives me stuff like “eat cheese, ninja sticks” and im just left with a vague sense of unease cause what the frick does that mean

[dynamorabbit]

You ain't no intellectual, girl!

Mr. C

[littlechicken243]

Silent admirer

[iamphillie]

#TBT ...when you legit don't know... #iStayLost #DontAskMeNothing #iReallyDontKnow https://www.instagram.com/p/BxiP84Ll_u2/?igshid=66fmilx5zqtu

[healinggg]

i’m starting to think I may be a writer rather then a poet.

Time and time again I've went back, breaking cycles just to say hello once again. Just to embrace them as if we were friends. Over these past few months I've held them close, protected them from being exposed while all along my heart started to decompose. Tears fulfilling their job of running down my face steadily turning my cheeks a Rosie pink as my nose would become red like the color of a bright bubbly red champagne. People were too busy with their own problems to ask "what's wrong?" or even a simple "are you okay?".. but that's okay because I preferred it that way. Just me and you.. and by you I mean my problems. Hell we got our self into this (yes I said our self as if we are two different entities) why include anyone else to help get us out. I guess I wouldn't include God in this whole thing. He gets a pass, being that he was there through it all. At times I would drop down to my knees or simply curl up under my blanket and cry out to him. If I knew that anyone could truly hear me it would be him. Most of the time I didn't have to worry about having an actual conversation where I had to answer for my actions. A lot of times I was happy about that while other times I needed the conversation but he'd give me pure silence as if he wasn't there though I knew he was. Up close and personal. Call it payback for the times I was happy he was "busy". Funny. Busy but never unaware. Thinking in my mind well maybe he just didn't hear that part. Yeahhhh, no. He'd come back later and I'd always have to answer for the very thing I'd thought maybe, just maybe he missed it. I soon came to terms that there was nothing that he'd miss. Ever. Didn't know if that was a blessing or a curse. However it didn't matter. Anywho I was writing poetry but got sidetracked so yeah I’m done...