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I miss talking to you

Who are you?

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Target had rodeo, tried to buy and got denied. Said item is not for sale wtf!?

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Edward Hopper (July 22, 1882 – May 15, 1967)

Hopper was fascinated by what isn’t available to our senses. In his mysterious paintings, he makes felt what isn’t there, the nothing, the nothing that isn’t there. He was known to be solitary and thoughtful, like the blond woman in New York Movie. In the forties and fifties, it was easier to appreciate solitude than it is today. Hopper painted public places, rooms where people gathered, but usually with a few people or nobody in the rooms. Few people in those days went to museums during the week, and the galleries might be vacant. 

You could stand before a painting for long minutes and not hear voices. There was silence in those days. It was associated with solitude, sacredness, internal life.

Leonard Michaels, “The Nothing That Isn’t There”

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American Beauty (1999)

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Recent thoughts 

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Blake Anderson and Tom Green

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Development

Let me clue you in on how I feel now before reflecting on the past. Right now I feel amazing. I came to a realization last night while looking up at the stars. I don’t need anyone to be happy. My plan is to do what I love to do and not get hung up on the past or people. I’ve learned from recent heartbreak that I really don’t have time for any of it anymore. My energy was drained thinking about what could be as opposed to what is. I’m taking some time and space for me to get back to my balance. With that being said, I’m aware that you may feel weird when I stop doing favors for you or hanging out with you. However this ends up, always know that I love you regardless and I just need time for my heart to forget about you. 

I met a guy who lives in Seattle. He is in town visiting his Mom. He came up to me and asked to bum a smoke. I handed him one as he began to ask to hang out. We ended up going to get coffee and talk. He tells me his life as I tell him mine. It was nice to make a new friend. Later that night I received some messages from him asking if I was gay. Turns out he thinks I’m hot as fuck and that was his reasoning for approaching. It was flattering but I let him know that I don’t get down like that. I’ll always take a compliment, no matter the gender.  Anyways, we jammed downtown yesterday and the kid has mad confidence. At 17, I thought I was hot shit too. Something in my life changed that, though. It may have been adulthood replacing my imagination with concrete goals and responsibilities. I am here in the moment to see what is true to me. That is all. 

It is weird to love someone so much when you know logically that it would never work. I detest my heart sometimes for being so dreamy with it’s feelings. Ramblin man over here. 

I’m going to be homeless next week and I haven’t a clue where I’ll be next. This doesn’t scare me. I’ve been homeless twice before and I don’t mind the uncertainty. It makes life more adventurous, in my opinion. 

To sum up my unorganized thoughts:

I am feeling my own and I don’t really need anyone to convince me of how beautiful I am or how pure my soul is. I am sexy and I play guitar, drums, bass, and DJ. I was blessed with being created from beautiful parents who also have killer personalities. 

I remember being in love for the first time. I was a junior in high school and I was in my second relationship of my four year time. She was my everything. Perfect smile, ambition, and was so happy all the time. I neglected to realize how important and beautiful she was when I dated her. I wish I could date her again. Not because I want to date, but because I know she is the one for me. Even if it never happens, I’ll always have the memories of riding around and listening to Bon Iver, Peter Bjorn and John, Iron and Wine, etc. while we stare off into the distance, forever encapsulating youth. 

Final thoughts: I am who I am. Constantly changing and growing. Maintaining the balance between beauty and chaos within my smile as I exhale my last breath of cigarette smoke. Time for a new pack. theglitch-witch

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Swiss artist Fabian Oefner has made quite a name for himself with his use of high speed photography and scientific precision.

The latest series in his vibrant portfolio features tiny, colorful crystals dancing on top of booming speakers.

Stunning Photos of Colorful Crystals Dancing On Booming Speakers

via Laughing Squid