May 29, 2012
Then I realized, everything I imagined to be true and worth looking forward to in the first place, probably only exists in my head and doesn’t mean anything to the ones that I wish it meant the world. That’s okay, I mean this in the most positive way. Because I’m going to live my dream regardless.
(via some-stuff-from-somewhere)
She says “If I leave before you, darling
Don’t you waste me in the ground”
I lay smiling like our sleeping children
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes round the yard
May 28, 2012
Time it took us
To where the water was
That’s what the water gave me
And time goes quicker
Between the two of us
Oh, my love, don’t forsake me
Take what the water gave me
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
And oh poor Atlas
The world’s a beast of a burden
You’ve been holding on a long time
And all this longing
And the ships are left to rust
That’s what the water gave us
So lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
‘Cause they took your loved ones
But returned them in exchange for you
But would you have it any other way?
Would you have it any other way?
You could have had it any other way’
Cause she’s a cruel mistress
And the bargain must be made
But oh, my love, don’t forget me
Though I let the water take me
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the over flow
Pockets full of stones
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
“What the Water Gave Me”
Florence + the Machine
May 27, 2012
Florence Welch.
totally seeing her live in September <3
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Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.
Scott Adams (via showslow)(Source: devidsketchbook)
Jasper Johns, Target, 1961.
Encaustic and collage on canvas, 66 x 66 inches.
May 23, 2012
Sort of wonder why, no one said a word
Don’t you like it on the sly?
Don’t you like it till it hurts?
Have I been on your mind? What’s a voice without a song?
Something in your head, you’ve been fighting all along…
I don’t want to say it, the news is not so good
We’ll never get away, and even if we could
We’d just play the tambourine around an open flame
Oversleep and burn to be back in the game
‘Cause summer never comes nowhere near high noon
And winter never comes, nor the harvest moon
Raw sugar
I don’t want to die living in a high rise grave
My baby come home
(same black day, high rise grave)
No I’m not complaining, yes it could be worse
Ferment on the wish bone, match the lips to the purse
Neighborhood’s a runway, fry the ass and thighs
Dirty diamond dealers, pushed behind the ire’s
Still I wear the red dress, paint my toes and twirl
Take it back to old times, back when I was still a girl
‘Cause now I’m all baboon boys, cootchie cootchie coo
Sort of wonder why I missed a kiss for you
‘Cause summer never comes (same black day)
Winter never comes (high rise grave)
“Raw Sugar”
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May 17, 2012
“In the Balance”
Leah Lewman
Oil on Canvas
2012
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May 14, 2012
“Unspoken”
Leah Lewman
Oil on Canvas
2012
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