Quick read- horaltic pose. See link.
On an early morning walk - I encountered 2 Magnificent vultures- wings spread- -atop fence posts.
This is a stunning sight! Quiet & inspiring. Searching for scientists explanation is quite an easteregg hunt.
Though it appears the spread wings act as solar panels and passive grooming method.
Mostly, here is a reminder to outstretch your arms. take a dawn walk.
Inspiration is THIS you?
My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad shit gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.
Scuba for days
Sometimes you just gotta throw your broski into the ocean.
There are movies on here that are brilliant, movies on here that are “kids movies”, movies that are horrible and movies that I loved but left out. A lot of these I continue to enjoy and will enjoy over and over again, and some I could never see again and maybe movies referenced that I never even finished. But all for one reason or another have significance—think recent This is US scene of Randall’s school speech.
These are the films that impact me or stick with me ro make me feel at home and the ones that make me dig down and think are at the same level as the ones that just comfort me. Separately, these are films that match the point or duty of acting, films and stories--to learn something, big or small, important or mediocre, about someone else
Don’t look at other artists and say “I wish I was that good” or “I wish I could draw/paint/do whatever you do like that”. Look at those artists, then look at yourself. You’re amazing. It’s said so often, but everyone really is unique. Look at your art and say “I’m amazing. Look what I’ve created. I’m so cool.”
Trust me, it works every time.
Life is a line you shouldn't cross when you're downwards. As if in matter of fact you've already given up. It's not your fault for being who you are,it's your fault for not seeing the best part of it because YOU make it the best. When sun rises,you go down and think otherwise "what else is left for me now?" And when moon rises, your inner self just rises with night too. You create sudden conversations with yourself seeing the case of the problem that's gotten into your soul and it's making your skin tremble nervously. When your thoughts play chess and don't give up on hitting you, your dreams seem to be a broken mirror. But they aren't because it's an illusion. Your mind develop your self-mirror in which everything is illusion but one is real- yourself. You're alive with heart still beating. Don't give up to have another beginning. Don't waste time for useless thoughts. Don't give reason for illusion to eat you up.
My fears start to chase me when the lights are off. They would never let me stay in my comfort zone,they want to eat me alive and show my weakness,reveal me again and again. The darkness came to embrace my body as the whole world is crashing-splitting in two parts of reality and dreamland. Which world is the one that my heart desires the most? They turnd me as their anchor,i could run,but not reach them either. All alone in mixed space of pain and role play modes,my faces are always changing,i don't know who i should be,or maybe both. If I could find a way to draw my escape in my own chaos,i would believe that my exit is real. To find another piece of me,that's all i want. I want to heal.
-t.f.s.
Singing Nightmare.
nightmare is a singer
singing in the dark as
there is a following cry
in the corner of my own.
sirens appear as
hallucinations of deep fear,
crying is not gonna save us,
trap is going to break us,
no one is here to take us.
the fear we are waiting for
is near...
so closer,i can feel the cold air
making goosebumps on my skin,
telling me to prepare
no time for deadly stories,
fear soon is coming,
screams aren't helping
they only break the ceiling
wishes in this planet
don't come true,
death is all for you,
all for you,
don't waste it
don't taste it,
don't regret it,
hear it...nightmare comes,
it comes for you to
sing you a song.