colors colors everywhere

I climbed the teetering tower, stood over the river, and flew off.

I slowly fell downward.

The clear water gathered me in and pulled me through.

I could feel the comfort it gave as green weeds brushed my sides.

Sinking to the bottom I turned my body over to look up.

The sun glimmered through and comforted me through this passing.

today, this is how i feel

edward weston

true story

I sit on the couch listening to the dribbling and hum of our air conditioner. You walk into the room, check your phone. Leave the room. Leave me alone. I am sitting here unsure of this feeling inside, it is an empty and sad and insecure feeling. You notice some of it, but ignore it. If I try to wake myself from this, you are settled in the mood I created before. I cannot make amends in this day, it is too late.

I am stuck.

I take a bath, hot, full, and I almost drown in it. My body rests in this limited sea and in it my body crumbles into the waves. I slip into dreams and I force my eyes open. I will drown if I let this continue. Sadly I shower it off and leave this place of comfort.

helmut newton

it needs to be

What is this all when it is lived alone.

The lonely spectator.

This will all disappear soon and it would have left you wanting.

Ripping open and popping buttons,

baring the most hidden aspects

challenging your weakness and burning comfortable bridges.

It has to be.

This way that you have traveled is a shadow behind you.

The movements you had are dead limbs on trees.

a different view

marius filipoiu

endless days

flickering screens, buzzing earphones, eyes glazed, heart numbed. The doors are closed and in this hole, nothing else matters. You are further and further from my door. No more knocking, no more, no more no more no more. burned with your absence, sleeping is uncomfortably alone.

my body bends and crouches down, the water sears my back.

weighted.

unsightly.

gasps filling with hot drops.

opening my legs can say so much.

my words bounce around on walls.

dark eyes sink

pulling feet from the ground, the world spins beyond. Changes are not contained within this bellowing cry. flocks fly away and people close their eyes.

hard at work

ellen von unwerth

teagan knew

I could open my heart, and tell you everything inside. There..In there, is a secret. I am in there somewhere, secretly and quietly watching this life fold on itself. Tired inside, I cannot wait here anymore, because I cannot watch her die so sad. She has a secret and she has told no one of it. The seven sisters is her home, this is her secret and only one knew it beside her. If she looks like she is looking from her stars, she is there, away. Wasting.

I found something beautiful

Amrita Sher-Gil

self portrait 1935

tic tac container

I had a dream when i was little, it was on a beach and it felt the way a 1940'a postcard would look. There was a giant sized empty tic tac container lying almost like it had washed ashore. There were mass amounts of nude people, I think only women, entering or leaving the tic tac container. This brought me back to that moment in my child sized head, in my innocent nude dream.

gaze

modigliani

My eyes are sealed by sparkling comforts. I desire to rest in easy paths. My mind takes rest during waking moments. Challenging this is not easy.

Being in places of comfort can never challenge me, and only and only and only if i decide to change will comfort go away. It is a sickening feeling, so guilt filled and grossly pretty to be nothing. They would rather you make no waves, to be the unchallenged and to never disturb, because they can handle that and no more. I cannot be this or I will sink into that mass, and whatever divided me from it before will only absorb me, forgotten.

Massive Attack - Paradise Circus

.. .. ..

flicking popping images to bring me through this, i want to float across this grass. that shine, just glows, and this blackness just dims. i want that pumping fleshy breaking feeling. i want more.

color me this

peter franck

open mouth and insert comments

In this fuzzy brained feeling, every bowl of soup welcomes open legged wonders.

time untied

trod tread. threads in my head....dead, heady, stead.

my body cramps in anticipation for this warm oozy floozy feeling.

I want to crack the floor or jump into the ether spaces

you wait somewhere here in it, on it, somewhere beneath this place or maybe on top.

i would choose to swim away and find you somewhere sunken beneath in primordial places

lets begin this again, make it what we could not before and take to a more tempered spot

blue lazy and girly

guy bourdin polaroids

no time right now

the heat is sticky and the fans are humming. this is the quiet. the cars are gliding past. it's dark. my brain has taken over to accomplish what i've set out to do and i am tired. i just want to lay in front of the fan and let it breeze over my damp skin.

thinky thoughts

i find comfort in letting my sanity slip. oxygen finally finds its place in my head. my identity hides between the sutures.

The Aliens

you may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little
friction or
distress.
they dress well, eat
well, sleep well.
they are contented with
their family
life.
they have moments of
grief
but all in all
they are undisturbed
and often feel
very good.
and when they die
it is an easy
death, usually in their
sleep.

-Charles Bukowski

i like this one

ellen von unwerth

it brings warmth

Edward Weston

Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies- Nietzsche

Inside these brains we call down lies and undulate the lines of god thought and trappings of sexual perversion. I could break my teeth on all the dances you dance inside my head. I drive it somewhere beneath my torrid persistence and change the lock of despairing traditions.

I do not want to be a part of something that is dead or dying. Fables are dead truths, meaning that they are simply untrue...god to me is one of these.

juergen teller

dreamy drowsy

jp domingue

Ooooooooo

terry richardson

black spring, springs to mind

Bettina Rheims

where do minds travel when we get here

I am unfinished and prodding and lurking.

a beauty i can't explain

egon has my heart

The dreamer whose dreams are non-utilitarian has no place in this world. In this world the poet is anathema, the thinker a fool, the artist an escapist, the man of vision a criminal.

-Henry Miller

can't get over araki

why

The perspective of this sculpture is incredible. I am so moved by it.

rape of the sabine

John Frusciante

when my heart needs to feel, i listen to this

something plagues my mind

In the end, does it bring you anywhere? We can never have a real answer to this, only the dead know if there is anything more, or they don't know at all because they've become nothing. We exist for upwards of 70-80 years on average, and then it cycles on to another generation, and you are just simply and completely dead. All that lust for food, for sex, for stability, for happiness. It all ends. We all end.

mmm water

When I drink a glass of cold water and gulp it down, chug it down, not breathing, open watering eyes, breathing hard... not only my throat is wet....I get turned on by water. I like sex in water, I like showers and baths, they are comforting to me. There is something about it that when I drink it, especially when I am extremely thirsty, I feel it rush down, and it feels like it hits everything.

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