Also if you are an art blog and I don't follow you...
coffeepeople: I don’t know, I’m just really awkward okay.
Ran 5km yesterday and then slept at 7:30pm and woke up just now at 6:00am and I will skip the first period of school and study math at home and then go to school at 9:00 yepyep
Birds When I was small, As small as embarrassing thoughts in The folding of the brain, I thought that Birds took a-flight From budding flowers. The exact second– A murmur of movement, When the petals burst open in perfect exhalation, (like slipping on my grandmother’s brooch from its’ velvet case) Boom! The beasts peel open their Wings and Fly far-off into the core of...
Anonymous asked: can you show us your poem?
When I’m finished with my exams, I’m going to have a me-day, a shopping-with-mum-day, and a redecorating-my-room-day. Me-day Massage + sauna Go to a cafe and read and listen to music Have coffee Paint for a few hours Redecorating-my-room-day I will put on quotes I like and buy posters of bands and have a section of photos of friends and polaroid pictures Then I’ll read...
I want a moleskin and art pencils and brushes and pastels and a dozen good books and posters for my birthday
I would like to paint the way a bird sings.– Claude Monet (via wowloverly)
I GOT THIRD PLACE FOR MY POEM OMGGGGGGGG WOOOOOOT Except when the principle was announcing the winners, he called me Michael lmao omg it was terrible and then my English teacher started calling me Michael and it was stupid but yay I’M HAPPY
ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
Anonymous asked: what does the number 69 mean?