And the tears slide down your face, dragging with them all sensibility; smeared black ink crawling down your cheeks, as if he painted them there in watercolour. A soft wimper, remnants of a sob, and a sigh, and a sign that all will be over soon, if only you could convince yourself just to walk away. And the person whose shoulder you turn to cry on should have been the one to hold you...
Artist suspends real clouds in the middle of the... →
Too grasping an inspiration to pass up the reblog. good: This is not a fluffy mass of cotton strung up in a room. It’s an actual, man-made cloud. That’s not photoshop; that’s an actual cloud hovering inside an actual room. Artist Berndnaut Smilde merges art and science to create small man-made clouds that exist — albeit for just a moment — indoors. (via singularitarian) (via poptech)
I’m aching, trembling terribly, shaking and ready to go. Extremely fanatic, fantastically antsy to release my song. But I have no voice with which to sing. It’s building inside me, I’m ready to burst, it itches, a paralyzing plague, you’d think I’d of slit my own throat by now, just to let it out. Just to let it out. What I’d give to be able to...
Dear mister screech owl, What are you up to outside my window? Did you catch something? Or am I missing your owl band play? Fight with the missus? Acting class, perhaps. Maybe a pokè battle. Either way, would it be at all possible to utilize the trees on the front lawn, away from my window, between the hours of 11pm & 10am? I hope it won’t be a terrible inconvenience for you, but I...
so sorry to say that I still fail to keep up with myself. My to-do lists should from this day on read “finish all other to do lists.” What a depressing rat-race, it seems, like I’m running on a wheel to perpetually get zero steps ahead of where I already stood… I always tell myself that I’ll feel better, everything will be fine once I complete x task or y...
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
(Yet another) new beginning.
Ah yes, how I have deftly caved in to this digital cosmos that is tumblr. Already the proud owner of a plethora of dusty journals and a lonely Wordpress, this seems like the last venue I need… Or perhaps it’s the first. Only time will tell. And so it begins, nisi verum, a compromised latin translation of saving truth. Those who know me know this is what I strive to do. As a...