rambelling

its just me, my crazy mind, and my scary vivid imagination....

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long distance

i love my boyfriend to peices and every night i fall asleep with him in mind imagining how itd feel to have him in my arms or to be in his arms under the starry eyed sky drifting off into a dream within a dream, i wish he didnt live so far away and i wish i knew the sound of his heart beat next to mine. or the sound of his voice saying i love you or him saying my name.  his warmth next to me in a cold dark night. keeping me safe while i slept, yet again hes a heavey sleeper adn  i cant sleep so id end up watching him sleep and seeing the moonlight making his peacefull body sleep hoping hed be dreaming of me…

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(by Beverly & Pack)
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GIF by Christine
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Carlos Schwabe (1877-1926)
The Gravediggers Death
1895
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“Death is portrayed as a beautiful woman (his own wife) who sits like a great bird aside the grave. The wings appear to caress and soothe the old man, while she holds a dim glow in the palm of her hand, representing the life transcending to the other world. The painting is a Symbolist movement classic, as it uses the entire Symbolist repertory of signs and plants. The critic for Art et Décoration compared Schwabe to Durer and wrote: ‘In the reverberation of his faculties, all of which are excited at the same time, the reflections of tragic, bizarre and mysterious dreams are mixed under the artist’s fingers, in which one deciphers the symbolic signs of confused destinies and, at the same time, infinitely touching refinements of feeling’.”
Lilithgallery.com
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seeing things

i often sit in   bed stare at the walls and let my mind take control, tentacles start to come out of the corners of my walls, the squiggly line now a snake eating the sun, there’s a small boy crying in the corner because his mom stole his teddy, a mermaids fighting Godzilla and my boyfriends jacking off on the ceiling. i’m no longer in a bed but on an operating table and a clown is giving me a heart transplant, instead of blood there comes smoke rising from my body.

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I am a nobody, who are you?

“I’m a nobody! Who are you?

Are you a nobody, too?

then there’s a pair of us- don’t tell!

They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be a somebody!

How public, like a frog

To tell your name the livelong day

To an admiring bog!”-EMILY DICKINSON

i look onto a crowd. and in silence i stare,

the chaos, the pushing and shoving. 

everyone trying to get Somewhere.

why not sit and stare at the Zoo before us?

why not sit and enjoy Here,

where ever Here is…