So there’s this girl sitting next to me. She’s weird and annoying and full of herself. She comes in here like she’s the mf shiz…she’s not. everything she does if for attention..like seriously? No one thinks your cool, just really freaking strange. Um, gtfo. Stop looking at me. Bye.
“Stop looking at me. Bye.” - hah!
What are the most beautiful times of the day? A pretty unanimous answer is going to be sunrise and sunset. When are you the most beautiful? When you’re waking up, and when you’re going to sleep. Why? I am going to start with waking up, you’re fresh, you’re new, you’re raw, and untouched by the days worries. The moment you first wake is like the moment you first see the sun come up over those mountains, or over the city line. It’s breathtaking, and awe-inspiring; it’s something you wish you could rewind and watch over and over again. You’re awaking is original and genuine, whether you wake up with your hair in an afro, or makeup smudged around your eyes, even those darling lines all over your face from the creases in the pillow, or from how you had your hand pressed into your face while you slept. Although you might feel as if you need to immediately put yourself “back together”, you don’t; you should lay there and enjoy waking up, enjoy feeling as unique as you are. You’re beautiful, don’t fret. As for falling asleep; even though I enjoy the way you look when you’re untouched by the days worries; I also admire the way you look when you have made it though the day’s cruelty. The way you look when you’re over it, and ready to just give it all up to your dreams. When you’re ready to put away everything that might have gone so terribly amiss, to hide in a night of fantasy. (and don’t worry, if you have a nightmare, I’ll still be there to make sure you’re safe) When the sun sets, yea, it might have had a fucking horrid day, but you know it will make it to tomorrow, and look just as beautiful as it did the day before.
Anyway… these are the thoughts that come to me after a few drinks, cheers.
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Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.”
All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
T.E. Lawrence
Was looking through my old documents, and found this guy, thought I should share.
I have come across the most amazing feeling, one that I had to have experienced numerous times, but I must not have appreciated the true beauty and delicacy. What I’m talking about might sound juvenile, or even elementary, but to me it flat out wasn’t. The sound of being underwater. Alone. Just sitting in the water, you without movement, but the water taking its form around you. It’s like you experience true silence, true solitude. All those times where you couldn’t get a thought in edgewise against your brain, in this environment it is completely different, it purifies you, it lets you take in everything one at a time. Now it makes me wonder of all the other lucid luxuries that I have overlooked on my time here on Earth. I want to live a life worth living, but how can I do this fully without taking time to see the artistry of all the things around me?
Anyway… these are the thoughts that come to me after a few drinks, cheers.
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But the sea, I would submit, one-ups its partner in terms of psychical impact, not only through its apparent endless enormity but in the force of its personality. It is a three-dimensional and lively entity, that watery world.
-In Search of Captain Zero
Allan C. Weisbecker
“When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
Kinda love the art this guy has on his facebook https://www.facebook.com/TimShumateIllustrations. Super interesting and different. Pin Up Ariel.
