Like lanterns lit from within, these glass plates illuminate the inscriptions: cityscape, biographies, poems, and names of each life lost during September 11
As individual memorials on the urban landscape during the day and a constellation of lights on the city’s fabric at night, the plates institute a dispersed memorial. .
Name this feeling
Photography by @freshieisntcool
Wardrobe & edit by me
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quiet, for thé first time in years
Cowards hide behind lies.
Heros tell the truth, even if it hurts.
“Kindness can transform someone's dark moment with a blaze of light. You'll never know how much your caring matters. Make a difference for another today.”
- Amy Leigh Mercree 🌳 #trailsidetreehouse #airbnb
• Wake me up when California is out the window. • [...] “Drifting along with the tides, remembering that day you climbed the kitchen wall.
Stepping in drawers onto the countertops, floating inches from the ceiling, off you went to find your boat. You sailed towards the main room following those seven windows to the sea.
Did you swim?” •
Excerpt from Vol.1
So much life in a museum:
Shadows are walking,
Thoughts are appearing,
Details are being discovered,
Steps that are being heard,
And voices from different corners,
“How can you get out from ocean,
If you are an ocean?
How can you get out from the forest,
If you are a forest?
How can you leave out of your own life,
If you are life.
You are life.
You are life.
My emotions will never stop ruling me,,perhaps that’s why the universe sent me this crab to challenge my own hard exterior & dive thru the soft insides of another, who truly cherishes all of the fucked up pieces that collect & consume my being. .
He’s is pure art in my eyes. I fall in love with him more and more, everyday, because he makes me see my magic, blesses even my flaws & wants to grow beside me,not cower to change & the unknown.
He creates much more than murals & emotions on canvases...
He has painted an entirely different meaning of love for me.
PS: you can check.him.out. #ifyoulike
,,the closest you get to my pillow,
is when your finger touches it,
,,as you roll over ,
,because I’ve left the bed.
Our sleep has lost its sentiment,,
leaving only myself to cling to,
when my skin refuses to be covered,
,by not so heavy blankets,,
,,all the while,
these spore filled lungs
the fading scent of you.
"If you fear anything,
And above all these,
fear the day that you believe there isn't a need,
to win her heart." #jmstorm
So easily satisfied,,
,with mediocre pass overs..
Only allowing subjection,
to further persecution,
You live for the sweet
,,right on the tips of tongues.
Those bitter tastebuds
as you swallow,
She is not your muse.
You don't use her.
She doesn't inspire you,,
,,you don't tell her..
,,pushing forcefully through
Those pictures of her in
collecting bits of thread ,
scratched by other trinkets,
,much more worthy ,
of everyday doings .. ,
,,when you look at them next,,
notice they are black now. .
More useless than you ever imagined,
,fulfilling every intention
that willing exterior.
She has moved on,
,,to move only herself. .
I'm fucking sick.
,,my mothers child.
Weak & wordy.
& surprisingly ,
Easy on the eyes..
..poison to his body.
I am absolutely none of the things your subconscious craves.
You tell me what you want me to hear,,
,,and I listen.
This is my fault.
There's no way you are everything I imagined,,
,,it doesn't work that way for most.
the severely passionate,,
The fearless ,and the plungers...
We romanticize even minuscule amounts
of slightly perceived affections.
,,compelled by heroic contradictions,,
Bringing to life our deepest fears.
They taste like they look,,
Black,,grainy, ,texture & depth,, Of infinite measurements. .
Here's to learning,
about loving you less.
Not for you,,
This is a selfish act.
But for the one inside of me,,
,,that doesn't really know how to.
They talked over me,,
,,so I turned up the volume. .
While feasting on
your intentional abscence,
I revel in blaring epiphanies..
Surely there is enough at my feet to share,
but I am greedy,,,
Often left alone,,
and fondly famished, ,
having been kept
in this cage
that I have titled,