Marlene Tseng Yu is an Asian American artist who was born in Taiwan. She is inspired by nature and its beauty is the focus of her work. Over the years, her art has taken on a more active role, being utilized as a tool in an effort to save and protect our environment.
“The beauty of the universe changes with time. As the days pass and the seasons change, the sky, earth, mountains and rivers repeat in patterns that are never really quite the same. In my search for the variations of the many faces in nature, I have found that nature provides an infinite source of inspiration for artistic expression. I love the many elements in our environment, be they as broad as the horizon beyond or small as cells under the microscope. In this vast setting, I hope to capture the spirit of the universe, its rhythm and movements, its quiet and angry moods, its colors and forms…”
this is the best internet fad that has ever happened
show up in your lace
drink up little girl
and they will always let you down
hold your mother’s pearl
show up in your lace
up to your cheekbones
prevention is the only cure
kiss them through windows
throw up in your plate
if you sleep before i arrive
i’ll pray for you my girl
a flower on fire
and i will always let you down
omfg it’s transparent
whoever made this transparent, thank you
reblogging just bcuz transparent
I love transparent kwait what’s transparent? i dont see how this lets light pass through… theres no hole in the computer…
i dont get it
look @your blog ok
Maps (Acoustic Version) - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Wait, they don’t love you like I love you.
Leigh M. McCloskey | Summer Solstice vs Winter Solstice
Here’s what our parents never taught us:
You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.
You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.
A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.
You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.
You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.
All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.
You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.
One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.
Don’t be afraid.
Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.
You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.
But it’s okay. I promise.
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.