Thursday, December 31, 2015
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Midnights
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Condolences
And here i quote you "Smile though your heart is aching, Smile even though its breaking"
Be strong my friend.
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Thank you note!
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Livin' la vida loca
Friday, December 4, 2015
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Alcohol
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Monday, November 30, 2015
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Sunday, November 22, 2015
DEAR WOMEN, HERE’S WHAT A MAN THINKS ABOUT HOW IT IS TO LOVE YOU
Dear Women,
Don’t think a man is made just to love.
A man needs to be loved too
A man is not love’s employee
Ready to fill your voids,
Turn your nightmares into sweet dreams.
Don’t think that a man doesn’t need to feel the attention, the presence,
The glow in the eyes of a woman who truly loves him
With every inch of her body
Don’t think that a man doesn’t need the sensation of reliance, of safeness,
Of looking in the eyes of someone who looks at you
Like you’re the most precious little thing in the world.
A little flower
To be protected from rain, wind and snow.
While you’re looking for someone truly loving you
Don’t forget to truly love someone
And if you feel you’re truly loving someone
Search for the glow in his eyes.
If you can’t see it,
If it’s not there,
There will never be.
Don’t think that you don’t need to be loved.
Don’t think that you don’t need to see that glow in someone’s eyes
Don’t think that you don’t need the sensation of safeness, of connection, of warmth.
Because real, true love
Goes always both ways.
—
Submitted by ArtParasites
Sunday, November 1, 2015
The imbalance
Once upon a time..
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Hidden truths
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Under the moon
Thursday, February 19, 2015
DRAWN: A FILM ABOUT LIFE AFTER DEATH, LOVE AND DIAPERS
You cannot stay on the summit forever; you have to come down again. So why bother in the first place? Just this: What is above knows what is below, but what is below does not know what is above. One climbs, one sees. One descends, one sees no longer, but one has seen. There is an art of conducting oneself in the lower regions by the memory of what one saw higher up. When one can no longer see, one can at least still know.” - René Daumal