Live your Life above all !!
some clouds i painted digitally
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
What do I long for?
I guess, I just wanna want someone to hold my hand and squeeze it as hard as they can. Burst my veins, lift my skin into a purplish canvas, overload my nerves but don’t let go of my hand. Who know’s, we might just spend all of eternity searching for a hand that doesn’t exist or longing for a moment we’d already had but couldn’t keep. The rain feels so sharp and heavy on my hand when it falls from the lonely atmosphere. My hands have touched so many hearts, so many metals that I fear I may have poisoned myself once too many times. I’m afraid that I’ll kill someone if we become to intimate. They might feel the same but oh no, we can’t have that. I must be victorious right? My pain is real, my pain is personal, my pain is more. MORE. SO MUCH MORE. No. It isn’t. You blind fool. Who gave you the right? Who gave you the notion that you are God. Who made you think you are right not to fear His wrath? Where. Are. You. Now? Where do you find this filthy set of rules for which you used to live with? How many times must we transform you and how many times must we kill you?… Hello, you there. Future you. A turtle struck with knowledge of oneself. How goes it? It doesn’t matter… This drop of rain falls from my hand and I look upon the new york skyline from Pier 3. I smile as I’m listening to “A real hero” by Electric youth. Then I cry. Then I smile. Then I look over to my left. A woman. Staring at my universe through saddened eyes. She smiles and walks over. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” I laugh. My hands don’t shake. They now tremble as I hear the thunderclouds look down on us. Ready to cry as well.
I literally just drew this for by background picture, and I’m amazed, didn’t think it’d turn out this good
I have tried to draw detailed mountains before… But they’ve never turned out this good, for once, I actually like my art
For now lol
Clouds moving above the neighborhood – Oak Park in July
zeus is pretty angry tonight
Paint me some clouds to sleep on, ones that are soft like no others, ones that make me forget like no others.
I hope I dream of you
Talvez seja mais como o que você falou antes, há rachaduras em todos nós. Como se cada um tivesse começado como um navio inteiramente à prova d’água. Mas as coisas vão acontecendo… as pessoas se vão, ou deixam de nos amar, ou não nos entendem, ou nós não as entendemos… e nós perdemos, erramos, magoamos uns aos outros. E o navio começa a rachar em determinados lugares. E então, quando o navio racha, o final é inevitável.