I don’t give two shits if it makes you uncomfortable. That’s what it’s supposed to do.
Sunset at sea (details), part II. Painter: Jeanne Rosier Smith.
One day we will be able to breathe again.
My tranquil, little moon,
my sweet midnight,
Your saccharine nectar drips from the star dew sky,
And drapes me in a blanket of warmth and bittersweet acceptance.
Your words are silent like a tender droplet of water blooming on a cloth but the formidable, commanding waves in your head bow to no man.
~Me
Jacob Wrestling with the Angel (Painting), 1843
by Alexandre Louis Leloir.
I made a room for you in my mind.
I was foolish, I thought you were kind.
I never noticed the knife when you came from behind.
Or the chains on my arms that bind,
Or the cloth over my eyes that blinds.
I remember when I lovingly made a room for you in my mind.
I was wrong, you weren't kind
~Me
Charles Baudelaire, The Enemy
i hate everyone on twitter posting one liner quips about iran right now
SOMEONE TAGGED ME IN THIS AND I-
Creativity
You know, I’ve either had a family, a job,
something has always been in the way
but now
I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this
place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light.
for the first time in my life I’m going to have a place and the time to create.”
no baby, if you’re going to create
you’re going to create whether you work
16 hours a day in a coal mine
or
you’re going to create in a small room with 3 children
while you’re on welfare,
you’re going to create with part of your mind and your body blown away,
you’re going to create blind,
crippled
demented,
you’re going to create with a cat crawling up your back while the whole city trembles in earthquake, bombardment, flood and fire.
baby, air and light and time and space
have nothing to do with it
and don’t create anything
except maybe a longer life to find
new excuses for.
~Charles Bukowski