#scroobious pip

[kalkydri]

The Scroobious Pip by Edward Lear & Ogden Nash illustrated by Nancy Ekholm Burkert

[8dayssaweekk]

Just being human makes you both god and the devils clear replica..

Scroobious pip

[cmanony]

My name is Johnny Depp & I kill people.

[cmanony]

The Beat That My Heart Skipped...

[alexandrabadiu]

Scroobious Pip based on Edward Lear’s poem.

For the most detailed overview visit my Behance page

[alexandrabadiu]

Scroobious Pip based on Edward Lear's poem.

For the most detailed overview visit my Behance page

[poeticpiracy]

I know it sounds weird I do want you to look back on this and smile but I kind of want that smile to be through tears

Scroobious Pip // STUNNER

[immortalized-by-pixels]

Broken Promise

This is to anyone out there that's listening From anyone who ever let you down and went missing Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings  Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men  This is to anyone out there that's listening  From everyone that ever let you down and went missing  Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings  Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men  I'm sorry I wasn't who you thought I was  Fuck it-- I'm sorry I wasn't who I thought I was  I said no matter what, I'd always be there, but that wasn't honest  Because I'm not  And 'cause that ain't how life goes  Broken promise  Growing up, I always thought I was one of the good guys  I thought it was black and white like that  That I could nurture my good side  But I've caused hurt and I've stripped pride  Both on the surface and inside  I wasn't cursed with a dark side, I was just normal  Average, regular, nothing special, I'm telling you  Just being human makes you both God and the Devil's clear replica  I've had my emotions crushed and maybe crushed a few along the way  And at the time, I meant every single word I would say  Every word of love, and every word of hate  Every time I would adore, and every time I'd berate  But time passes, and sometimes those emotions fade  Making liars of both the threats and the promises made  But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?  How can a lie be a lie if you mean it at the time?  A lie can't be a lie if you mean it at the time  How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?  This is to anyone out there that's listening  This is to  This is to anyone out there that's still breathing  I bought a heartbreak hotel  On my own, with no investors  Closed it down and opened the "Fuck you, get over it" bed and breakfast  In loving memory of having loving memories  Of combustible emotions, and having real enemies  Typically poetically dramatic endings  Were once a trademark of mine  Patents pending  And the mighty height of emotions on parting ways  Was always grander than the connections of the early days  When we were fighting, there used to be thunder and lightning  Ferociously frightening, a clash of the titans  Emotions heightened, every single muscle tightened  An addiction to the thrill of the fight, the excitement  Love at first sight always seemed unconsidered  I'd rather love at first fight, and then onto double figures  An unconditional love? Well, that just means nothing  In love with the mere idea of loving something  Always just hunting for that near-life experience  In fear of missing something vital from your own existence  All your emotions subconsciously thought out and scripted  Less about how you're feeling  More about how you fucking depict it  But all that stops when one day you just decide to stop playing along  That point in time when the most amazing things in the world can just as easily seem  Pedestrian  You've lost both that loving and that loathing feeling  Turns out, hell does have a bottom  And heaven, a ceiling  Both love and hate become opaque in time's wake  A face that once summons rage now summons nothing  Whether it's emotions tethered, nerve endings severed  Or just the outlook you acquire when you're a little more weathered  Remaining conscious of this all, and in a way, feeling above it  Still feels like bad riddance to good rubbish  But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?  How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?