I wish I had a more poetic name…like “araxie”
People talk of “social outcasts.” The words apparently denote the miserable losers of the world, the vicious ones, but I feel as though I have been a “social outcast” from the moment I was born. If ever I meet someone society has designated as an outcast, I invariably feel affection for him, an emotion which carries me away in melting tenderness.
René Magritte (Belgian, 1898-1967), L’acte de foie, 1960. Oil on canvas, 129.8 x 97 cm.
You came suddenly and stole three things from me. The patience from my heart, the colour from my face and the sleep from my eyes.
at the dark side
of the globe
and pale of face
jazz is INCREDIBLE and literally unfollow me if u dont like jazz like who tf do u think u r 2 to be too good for jazz……….
ok now that the world cup is over…CAN EVERYONE PLEASE GO BACK TO FOCUSING ON WHATS GOING ON IN PALESTINE??
pictures of children of gaza…
my tear ducts are destroyed…
i am trying to clear away the fog so i can see the beautiful things.