you see me see you

speaking to the big black void of the internet

[whereyouat-blog]

#hamonicmasson

[inviziblebox-blog]

Just an optical illusion.

[whereyouat-blog]

The Vienna State Opera House... hope to visit one day...

[whereyouat-blog]

Bobby Enriquez was an apparently well known Filipino jazz pianist. I haven't heard of him until the other day and I'm glad I did. An internationally known artist nicknamed "The Wildman", he simply was amazing and was as wild as many critiques claimed. I wish that he was still alive today. Hopefully I can meet or see other jazz or classical Filipino performers one day.

[gildonchoo-blog]

Lang Lang

i’m inspired to blog about performers i like, and if you happen to like them too, you may choose to reblog it or like it. should you reblog, you could state what you like about the performer and pass it on and so forth!

so energetic and animated

[sev-amongmortals]

C215

[meanwhile-visual-arts]

liesbet bussche

[pulmonaire]

Using 3,604 cups of coffee with different amounts of milk and coffee to create shading for Mona Lisa’s face. 

[monstrouslife]

mmm coffee.

[sukideen]

[epic-humor]

[davidthinkingaloud]

HAHA!

[bammm123]

Hahaha

[chaystar]

[lulz-time]

  Origami Level: Yoda

;) don’t click

[monstrouslife]

DOPE.

[whereyouat-blog]

Jason Lin, if you see this, you should make a life size version for Mr. Edom.

[brimalandro]

[whereyouat-blog]

AHAHAHAHA!! I love Will Smith.

[slaytanica]

If more company leaders followed this example of selflessness instead of being so fucking greedy the economy wouldn’t be so shitty. I mean really, just how much money do you really need to have.

[superior-spider-man]

This dude is fucking awesome. \m/

[the-original-dtwps]

is there an article on this or something?

[theymerb]

It’s true. He actually cut his pay down to $90,000 not $100,000.

[whereyouat-blog]

I can't stop watching this.

[whereyouat-blog]

Ahh! So good.

[whereyouat-blog]

[whereyouat-blog]

dreams//

Hopes of visions and light Shine through the clarity of polished Windows. Just as I had imagined, Happiness: Children playing in the yard, Fathers and their sons at work, Mowing, chopping, throwing Young mothers and their new borns; Perfection. Who knew that in the coming days A fire would bring to ashes The house two blocks from mine? The children left parentless and homeless… Growing to fill the baggy, hanging Trousers of pushers, thugs. My window pierced with the Murky, dull picture of reality; Me, fulfilling my self-appointed destiny, Doubled over in pain, Darkness leaking from my abdomen. Bloody shards cover, penetrate A male corpse, eighteen years of age, Dead from a profuse bleed.