#o.m.

[reader-twisted]

I don’t know what’s worse

Drowning beneath the waves

Or dying from the thirst.

[chernobog13]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

RUDOLPH'S SHINY NEW YEAR (1976)

[dangerthrillryanson]

Something about John Robinson calling this little old toymaker a renegade just delights me.

[beardedllamawhispers]

[punta-tacco]

Driving SUPERBfully

A 1930 OM 665 Superba SS MM spider Carrozzeria Sport S.A. running in the italian contryside is a perfect reminder of Alfa Romeo 6C 1750′s rival.

© RM Sotheby’s / Bonhams

[pixel-forest-games]

Super Mario Maker 2 - NIRVANA Smells Like Teen Spirit Music Level by #O.M.

[csoip]

love her. love her. love her.

you are waiting in between-

ans Meer

to the sea.

i learned how to speak seven languages by the time i was young. they were not what i thought they should be.

in each one, the word for world had no other meaning.

der Welt, mein Herz is a terrible terrible place.

is this why we flee? на море to the ocean, to the sea?

when i said language, i did not mean русская or deutsch or română; i meant a different sort of words.

how to show fear and regret and to speak angrily, with no remorse.

crying long hours, how you say, like the rainstorm.

there is no native language for grief because we are all fluent speakers.

there is a grammar for happiness that must be learned.

when i was smaller then, not of body but mind, i asked how you knew it was really the sea.

how it was not simply the red overwhelming everything else you saw.

i do not think i was really asking about the sea.

even know i do not know if the sea is what i mean when i say it is what we are all seeking.

weltzsmurch we are all world weary.

perhaps the sea is red because everything else is blue.

and the question still remains- if i say happiness in one language will you understand the meaning in another?

please understand i mean no harm.

für mein love, my love, my love, the sea my love, my dragoste my love, to see my love my love my love, is red.

in a place between words we cannot communicate and somehow we are all waiting in between.

спасибо, there is a way to reach the ocean from here.

is there an ocean everywhere around us.

in my mind the sea is red and my mind the sea.

a language of neutral patterns, waves, timing and frequency.

i cannot seem to rid myself of the sea and the sea cannot rid myself of me.

from speaking in a manner of many words i have only learned this:

the word for world is weary of being used in such a small manner.

and we have yet to set out on our own infinite sea, the red one we wade through.

of cut down trees and men. in every language the word for hatred is spelled like knife in back, in throat, in heart you do not have.

hatred is the killing of something not your own.

a small body rests am Meer too tired to know the consequence.

we are the word for emptiness and conscience.

we the only word that matters.

the sea is red at our feet.

[azalmodozoangyal-818]

Szerte szét vagyunk az országban mégis összeköt minket valami..❤🔐