And then I saw your face.
And then I saw your face.
summertime.i've realized i miss you most in the summer. when we were together, we belonged to the cold; trees would lose their leaves, winter winds would blow, but the summer was ours. it was a time when we could leave essays and exams behind and start dreaming. a time for stargazing and raindancing and treeclimbing. for the wild. for us.summertime. by jonathoncomfortreed
i feel so out of place. in the light of a bonfire or the wind of a highway, i find myself thinking: you would have loved this. and i get lost in memories of running through a subway station, reaching for lights across the dark ocean or swinging by a lake and dangling our feet in the stars.
this has always been a season of early sunrises and fast-moving clouds. of picking strawberries and meeting strangers. i thought june would last forever.
but it's august. and back then, whenever i drove home at midnight or walked across the city at dawn, you were by my side. you feel far away from me, and listening to your music doesn't bring you any closer. i mi
With a camera in my hands;
I love photography, and I always have. I strive to capture that "moment" and keep it forever.
And a pen behind my ear;
I'm a writer, focusing on short stories and poetry; I love to convey emotion with words.
A laptop in my bag;
I do a lot of experimentation with digital art and other technology. I like to learn new things.
And imagination in my heart.
Artistic expression comes to me like breathing. I couldn't live without it.
Art means a lot more to me than people think.
It's that reminder that there's something more. Something worth living for.
Something worth dreaming about.
There's only us.
I Don't Love YouIt sucks.I Don't Love You by emo-black-cat
It sucks to know what it feels like to fall in love. And it sucks to know that what we have isn't love.
It sucks to know that we won't last forever. And it sucks that every time you tell me you love me I have to lie back.
I tried to ignore it because I knew it wasn't meant to be. But this is nothing ordinary, it's not like I could pretend it wasn't there. I'm the master of hiding things, but this I couldn't deny.
But it sucks to know it. It sucks to pretend like I really believe we could make it somewhere.
It's like an act every day... I don't have to pretend that I really like you... that much is the truth.
But I don't love you.
And it sucks.
Roses never helpI picked up my keys and walked away.Roses never help by HarlequinnGun
"Latchkey?" you murmured as we passed another cliché
"Could you smile? You seem so sad."
Funny, I was talking to you, Cheshire; your smile was big enough for both of us.
"What if it hurts?" You asked
'I thought they said you were the crazy one, Cheshire."
You looked down and for once, your smile was what I always thought it would be.
'But what if it's a mistake?' I said, stealing the words from your candy flavoured mouth.
"The mistakes make everything come to life." This was the Cheshire I knew.
This was the Cheshire who would hurt me.
We were both lonely on Valentine's day.
'For you.' I said, placing dozens of roses in your arms.
"Why?" You laughed.
'It's Valentine's Day.'
"But roses don't help."
I nodded and plucked a thorn from a rose.
'Roses never help,' I said as I placed the thorn in your hand.
^ Deal with it. ;]
If you ask me, art is about a whole lot more than dropping into a gallery every now and then or downloading retro desktop wallpapers for your laptop. It’s about falling in love and falling apart. Creating and believing. It’s about your heart beating in your chest and maybe your eyes getting a little wet.
I love it all. Vintage photography and lomo editing. Typography. Classic literature. Philharmonic orchestra. Ballet and breakdancing. Graffiti. Watercolour and oil painting.
I don’t really think of myself as an artist. Just another human being a little lost in the world.
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