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I kinda went back to my teen years, where I was a Creepypasta fan 😅
So, I drew one of my favs
Okay so, I used to be in a classic rock band that was pretty legit, with contracts and shows and everything, and I just want nothing more than to go back to that in this moment. I feel like all of my musical inspiration is overflowing right now and I have no way to release it anymore. I just feel the intense need to jam with other people but I don't know any other musicians. The struggle is hard.
Blunt
Tight shoes, broken frames
Lipstick stains, forgotten names
Candy colors, now just gray
Told myself I’d throw it away
Old photos, fading light
Did I love you? I’m not sure why
Diaries, pages torn
Bye-bye, friends no more
Burnt CDs, silver chain
Faded notes, forgotten name
Secret dreams, wishes small
I don’t think about them at all
Old photos, fading light
Did I love you? I’m not sure why
Diaries, pages torn
Bye-bye, friends no more
Tight clothes, woken blame
Did I love you? It’s hard to say.
I FOUND IT GUYS I SPENT HALF AN HOUR LOOKING FOR THIS VIDEO AND ITS HERE
Nostalgia. Sometimes fills you with happiness and sometimes with immense sadness. In both cases, you get the urge to share or scream about it to the whole world and explain how those moments can never be brought back. Unless we've a time machine!
*sighs* Let's just live the moment and move on.
Memorias de Naples, FL #naples #iwillcomeback #beautifulplaces #florida #newyear #2017 #memories #enjoylife #experience
In the next few days Allison and I will be taking a trip to a small lake. Three (and now four since my one year old niece is going) generations of my family have gone to this lake as a regular trip throughout the year. It will be Allison's fist time going and I'm very excited for her to finally see it.
There's something about revisiting a place from your childhood that makes it wondrous and spectacular. For me it's like reading a book that you read when you were young and your imagination comes rushing back at you. The adventure you felt turning the page and finding a dragon staring right back at you, or coming to a cliff and reading about all the hundreds of ships anchored below. This lake is a magical place to me, it brings back something from my childhood that I thought had been lost while growing up.
It is my Shire and my Narnia. It is my Neverland. While the biggest problems of my everyday life will float away on the waves, I know that I won't want to come back and I know that I'll never truly want to grow up.
r u capable of changing your mental DNA?
Today, 44 years ago, my grandfather died. He was killed in his car by explosives he had for construction project. I was born two month before. First granDchild to Motke Bargida, who lost all his family in the Hollocost and survived the worst in Auschowitz by the age of 15. He came to Israel and created a family and a business (earthworks construction). His sudden death change completely my family’s narrative. He never spoke about the Hollocost but i was curious about it and i love history so i returned again and again to this subject through my life and its part of my life since i was a child. I am 44 now and the memories still flashing, memories that are not mine but i have to feel them over and over again, they r part of my mental DNA.
I came to the studio today instead to my grandfather’s grave (due to corona restrictions) and i wanted to express my longings to him, whom I never met.
It came to be a bit dark, but i’m sure he will understand.
I called it: P.T.SS.D Generation 3.0
Day 11 : Cruel 😯 (pure evil here)
My arm has fallen
Asleep again
Like my mind at 3am.
And I hope by shaking it
Out today
I may save it from needles
And pins
The forget-me-nots aren't blooming.
They wither on the sill
No amount of water
Could ressurect them still.
The sunlight shines enough for them,
But all I think to do
Is to let them die right there
Like my relationship with you.
Kisses between
Desperate mouths
Inhaling like a drag
From a cheap cigarette
Remembering a time
When all we desired
Were words
Instead of actions
The world watched
As the moon wept
Silver tears
In remembrance
Of us
In the shakey moments
Between wake and sleep
I let loose the tears
That I didn’t let you see
They fall upon my pillow
And transform into rust
Reminding me that we
Are nothing more
Than dust
Your shoulders are littered
With meaningless tatoos
Inky reminders
That cannot be removed
So here is new mistake
For you to wear around
And maybe it will mean something
When i am nowhere to be found
a melancholy memory of mine
One summer ago, the city was mine...
greenage
A distracted summer's delight
I'll fly out to a far away sky,
No one has traveled so far
Out to a far away star
Maybe farther.
Bill Conti- How Far I'll Fly
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