I have a thing with words...
But they see me with her all the time,
So it doesn't seem special anymore.
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I have a thing with words...
But they see me with her all the time,
So it doesn't seem special anymore.
āIf you want to understand whatās most important to a society, donāt examine its art or literature, simply look at its biggest buildings.ā In medieval societies, the biggest buildings were its churches and palaces; using Campbellās method, we can assume these were feudal cultures that revered their leaders and worshipped God. In modern Western cities, the biggest buildings are the banksābloody great towers that dominate the docklandsāand the shopping centers, which architecturally ape the cathedrals theyāve replaced: domes, spires, eerie celestial calm, fountains for fonts, food courts for pews.ā ā Russell Brand, Revolution
From his revolutionary book,Ā āRevolutionā
Meditation, 1936, Rene Magritte
Size: 65x50 cm Medium: oil, canvas
#writingpoetryis
Easy,
All you have to do
Is try and tell the whole truth
In the fewest words you can choose.
Hey all you poetry lovers!!! Please repost this with the #WritingPoetryIs and try to describe your understanding of poetry, poetically! ā¤ļø
#writingpoetryis
Easy,
All you have to do
Is try and tell the whole truth
In the fewest words you can choose.
Existentialism
Colossal quantity of incoherent existence
Be the gravity that keeps my reckless feet on this hallowed ground
Word. Optimistic nihilism?
Yep. Me & you. This. Goals.
The hills are shoruded in mysterious cloud every morning. Every morning, I wake to the sight of low clouds dancing between the hills, at eye level, from my vantage point, from a height. Here is a framed portrait of one such scene, through a window in my home. ⢠⢠⢠⢠⢠#art #photography #photographer #photooftheday #nikon #topnikonphoto #agameoftones #photographersofinstagram #likeforart #ig_masterpiece #ig_captures #earthofficial #earthfocus #artofvisuals #earth_deluxe #natureaddict #visualoflife #photosinbetween #photographylife #creativeentrepreneur #stilllifephotography #instagood #instadaily #ig_masterpiece #ig_nature #naturelovers #clouds #sky #green #germany @preview.app
Money sucks...
Someone needs to fix the airline industry...
It's ridiculously expensive, and there seems to be no incentive to lower costs.
I'd look into it if I had time... I do definitely have all the fucks to give, wish I could put up a more informative post... Maybe in the future I'll have a little bit more to say about this finance-travle-debacle.
i want to be untouchably beautiful but i also donāt want to care about how i look. i want to be the top of my class but i also just want to do as best as i can without driving myself to the edge. i want to be floating and ethereal but i want to be solid, dangerous. a mystery thatās open to everybody. a romantic that never falls in love. the bird and the cat both.
Point in case. I couldn't have said it better...
Wubba lubba dub dub
I'd love to tear apart the subtleties in meaning of this wonderfully powerful phrase,even to the point of its onomatopoeic value, and how it's such a soft sounding phrase that just conveys so much meaning... But ugh... I don't want to start breaking it down, because if I do, I'll probably cry in the process and also I probably wouldn't be able to stop putting shit down.
Anyways, wubba lubba dub dub, give your bud a nice hug.
I feel like i only feel, and canāt produce. I feel like Iām merely a misused muse.
Me
(via the-lightpainter)
The pearly gates of artistic thought
Iām obsessed with the idea of an idea That transcends space, time and paranoia. The absence of which removes essence from substance, And the very presence of which is the whole perception of presence, I know this is a shitty analogy, But the cardboard roll, Around which the paper rolls, That nobody pays attention to until the whole thing is unrolled⦠I want ideas to be as crucial as that. Crucial as soldiers in a battle fought, Vital as revival from a sad little spot Crucial as a key to the opening of locks. Vital as the handle on the Pearly Gates of Artistic Thought, Not too obvious, and quietly poetic, Like how the moon affects the tides. Something new and unique and not regurgitated rhetoric. Something hard to find in plain sight, like a chameleon hides⦠In a warehouse: Thatās as big as the universe. Nonsense poetry that might just be organised chaos.
This is not for you
All i can do is wax poeticĀ
about the facts, no edit
and i can rap my feelings onto a page,
but i canāt wrap my feelings around my rage.
The confusion that you brought to me,
has fueled all these thoughts for me,
i wanna forget all the things,Ā
but its got to me.
To an extent, that i canāt even vent,
or try to invent, an exuse for me to hate you.
Weāre probably at a deuce, and its the same to you.
I probaby seem a little bit insane to you.
Iāve been trying to seem sane for you.
But i just remain the same with you.
Thats probably the property of me,
thats the problem,Ā whoo!
i wish i could be enough for you.
Every time i see you smile, it makes me happy from the inside-out.
Every time i make you smile, my day is made, i just wanna take you out.
Every time you share something about you, iāve learnt enough for the day.
Itsās hard to keep these feelings at bay.
But iāll do it ifĀ
friendship is promised anyway.
Im not as simple as i seem, i hope you get to see, and donāt hate what i am.
i hope i can be a better man
Cuz all i wanna do is see us happy
Freestyle poetry to a rap beat
- Freestyle Poetry -
In my mind
I've got days, I don't even know I'm stuck in a haze. There's this place, I wanna go to, But I can not face, The lonelyness.
Silly-Billy-Rhym-y-Whine-y (1)
This girl, she's got the force, I just hope it doesn't end in divorce. Time and money flying away, Swype of her hand and I got to obey.
'Afra'