Day 15
day 15
I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. And when lights begin to show Up from the town, I will mark which must be mine, And then start down! (Afternoon on a Hill) Edna St. Vincent Millay, (1892 - 1950)
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day 3
in a world of dead imperfect,
why would an individual choose to hurt and batter?
a being, trying to look like the television,
another trying to mend personal pains.
now, we must begin the uprising.
alas! a result is in the hearts of your opponents.
Lana Del Rey + her discography (insp.)
day 7
slanted branches, in its own perfect. a blood orange core and soul, losing pieces every so often late to bloom, last to leave. an eternal self-actualization, seeing the same place. the repetitive vicinity, ever so changing through its eyes.
day 16
a life, lived in fear. hesitation and apprehension. quiet lips and a rested mind, could ruin one's paradise.
day 9
the old telephone, in the parlor near the couch,
eager to be answered.
a house well loved, a home sustained on comraderie
the telephone had hoped to be answered that day.
its gentle sound rang throughout the silent neighborhood.
the jewish family walked in lines,
their brown leather bags dropped to the cruel dirt.
their eyes had shown fear, but they were formidable.
their solid spirits were soon broken.
breezyweekes: Throwback Thursday of my adorable boys. Knox was about 1yrs old. Can’t believe our baby will be 6 soon @dallonweekes
This is TOO MUCH!!!!
He’s got his gun, he’s got his suit on //
The 1975 Aesthetics from the beginning of the I Like It When You Sleep For You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware Of It era
Cover Art - The 1975
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