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myhearteatsbeats: cloud gift (via a big hello)

Wed, 20 May 2009 06:34:51 +1200

myhearteatsbeats:

cloud gift (via a big hello)

I truly wish things had been different.

Wed, 20 May 2009 06:31:58 +1200

I truly wish things had been different.

Such Writing!

Wed, 25 Mar 2009 04:55:11 +1200

Such Writing!: Killing the American Dream.

TEARS OF THE FEEBLE, HANDS OF THE SLAVES, SKIN OF THE MOTHERS, MOUTHS OF BABES

Wed, 04 Feb 2009 11:49:03 +1200

Meet the brick shithouse Pobrecita guacamaya ay! Que lastima me das Yes, there’s a SecretWe all got...

suicideblonde:(via goodwinter)

Wed, 04 Feb 2009 11:45:48 +1200

suicideblonde:(via goodwinter)

primalscreamer:poetique: How wonderful it is that nobody need...

Sun, 25 Jan 2009 04:51:30 +1200

primalscreamer:poetique:

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world - Anne Frank, Diary of Young Girl

fiend-for-nicotine:tuesdayslove:suzywire: (via likealice)

Sun, 25 Jan 2009 04:46:30 +1200

fiend-for-nicotine:tuesdayslove:suzywire: (via likealice)

He always choose to speak to her after the rain. His secrets...

Fri, 23 Jan 2009 23:33:57 +1200

He always choose to speak to her after the rain. His secrets were wrapped up in these clouds. }}church{{

havent-got-a-prayer:delacroix:(via rainier)

SHE CARRIES HER OWN PROTECTION

Fri, 23 Jan 2009 23:31:00 +1200

The things she has been called for this one simple act. She doesn’t care. She knows that...

elvira:counterforce:madrelobo:AF4.gif (GIF Image, 595x392...

Fri, 23 Jan 2009 23:12:49 +1200

elvira:counterforce:madrelobo:AF4.gif (GIF Image, 595x392 pixels)

nevver: Like This

Tue, 20 Jan 2009 19:52:06 +1200

nevver:

Like This

"Writing is a form of therapy. Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint..."

Tue, 20 Jan 2009 19:51:30 +1200

“Writing is a form of therapy. Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or...

the mountaintop

Tue, 20 Jan 2009 19:49:10 +1200

fiftywords: Well I don’t know what will happen now. It was cold. See the rain, sprinkling puddles...

myhearteatsbeats: sleepanddream: (via Design You Trust.)

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 21:00:25 +1200

myhearteatsbeats:

sleepanddream:

(via Design You Trust.)

"There’s a big fucking world out there. It’s messy, and it’s chaotic, and it’s never, never ever the..."

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 20:56:40 +1200

“There’s a big fucking world out there. It’s messy, and it’s chaotic, and it’s never, never...

Notorious. A green grassy postcard from the scene: of grass...

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 15:11:00 +1200

Notorious. A green grassy postcard from the scene: of grass grown over the screech and stain of their ripping field of fingernails clawing her children to bits; the silent mothers screams echo in a small running stream along the path of footprints stomping vine and vale leaving no option but to turn away, long before anyone realized her closed heart and eyes to their disapproving sighs, weaving into the dark, to a new land—uncaring. Her broken record plays the same boring old song a little different each night before you turn in to your snug, over-sung head; each colored ear needs to hear the same story in its own hue of light—in order to be read. One image—they’d said, perfect one image throughout this lifetime and gain entrance through opal gates with love along side and so: despite the apparent hell made on earth, her fire light beats on in plumes and crackles like drums contained within glass—encasement. Iced-fire safely contained for the icy fingertips of the ones—burned, branded for life by her ever reforming words and chains, bonds, which stretch—not to enslave, but rather collect into her desireable constellation. Connect the dots and paint by number—your image is yours—from your perspective—there is a better way, if you can let go of anger and stop comparing the proximal measure of the sun and her relatively small burning rays—to the tiny, pointless stars which appear, burning softer from their great distances across the dark expanses. Your sun is your sun, so let it be written, let it be known without the tempt in fuel for your own fame by tearing of fiery hearts out of the surrounding troops of galactic fire-light dancers in training; Prima ballerina‘s and their side-kicks spinning, inverting, the eyes of the watchers lining the hilled and grassy, natural amphitheatres below. }}church{{

hello-therelove:leveragingideas

singingvows:(via reveries)

Sat, 17 Jan 2009 18:28:36 +1200

singingvows:(via reveries)

thoughts before bed

Sat, 17 Jan 2009 18:27:00 +1200

I have been unhappy with the images I paint. Find myself incapable in reflections of my...

trying these on… hotg0ssip:thresca: Marcello Toshi

Sat, 17 Jan 2009 18:22:14 +1200

trying these on…

hotg0ssip:thresca: Marcello Toshi

"i will not be silent, silenced or weak. I will be respectful, respectable, clean and neat."

Thu, 15 Jan 2009 12:20:16 +1200

“i will not be silent, silenced or weak. I will be respectful, respectable, clean and...