I was waiting on a moment But the moment never came All the billion other moments We’re just slipping all away I must have been tripping Just ego tripping
I was wanting you to love me But your love never came All the other love around me Was just wasting all away I must have been tripping Just ego tripping
I was wanting on a moment But the moment never came But the moment never came
Marooned
Cages ripples trough this night air The lones ships that sail in this wind They bring us forth, they bring us down To the beach where you sleep and I wake
Aaah, the albatross sings the perpetual echoes In all of the chains that ties the stars to the sky That holds the sea in the black ice of our eyes To the shore where you long and I pray
And the winter grows in the tips of the waves Fire burns from the deepths of the sand And my cage shakes and wavers and breakes To the night where you come and I stay
I want to work on Late Blooming, but I can’t find my paper. So doodles in drawr it is.
PLAYA PIN, DAWG. Gotta stop using this impressionist stuff, it’s addicting. The World Ends With You fanart, you can’t imagine how hard it was to make this circle, you seriously can’t.
Omg, HappleTea is awesome, and so are my almost non-existent impressionist skills. Just wish I could put sunglasses on him and make him look like a rock star, though.
Giving away new cameras seems to be really popular on tumblr. So let’s try it with this charming 1960s Meikai toy camera from Japan.
It has a stunning “Tougodo New MK Lens” (yes, it is named after Admiral Tōgō Heihachirō) - and a, um , uh “Meisupii Instant Shutter”. It’s mostly made of tin and looks really cool and takes 35mm film. Yeah it’s seen better days, but it’s cool and its free.
In order to get a chance to win this camera all you have to do is reblog this post. I’ll use the random number generator on my calculator to select a winner.
If you edit out the links you won’t get the camera. You give a little, you get a little.
ANYWAY - who wants this quaint little Japanese camera? Let’s give this a month shall we? Only reblogs from before July 21st count. Thanks!
Powflip’s comics are cool anyways, go read them
Inverno
Invadir a neve seca da noite Por entre tantas camadas pesadas De estalar as juntas da geada A descida da trilha por luminárias.
Pela batida constante do solado, Faz o chão rolar, rodar pra trás, Esfria, queima, congela, esquenta, Entre o vento e o chão.
Roubam o negro das nuvens, Os entrelaçados dedos pálidos Se estendem pelo fino vapor De olheiras e calos fadigados.
No calor de tanto gelo Frios de tanta realidade Da água nesses olhos O duro ar rasante.
A Costa
As incontáveis nuvens Sobem e nunca caem Tamanha a maré Cresce e nunca transborda Das areias grandes e distantes Tantas e tão minúsculas
Querem todos serem levados Na garupa do Vento Para além do Porto Sumir na queda do Mundo E quem sabe esquecerem as dores De serem tantos em uma praia.
Alma?
Dentro do teu ser, Teu rápido viver, Ressurge o titã Naquele azul da manhã
Já não consigo ver O velho indo beber A água na fonte Para subir o monte
E as dores de nascer Juntas às de morrer Formam nosso divã Nos seios do Leviatã.
Jazz sem censura (espelhado)
Sem sax, sem pianos, sem pensamentos. Depois vem o silêncio no fim do disco, Nem as palavras saem direito no escuro Ah, apenas os breves suspiros ofegam agora
Junto com nossas idéias, nossos argumentos. E nunca para, vai e sobe nesse imenso Eleva o tom de nosso ser, o tom de azul O bater das cordas no fino algodão
E só o leve soar dos lenços roçando. Para os vultos em sua volta, os sons Cada curto momento de delírio Os desejos em cada pausa, cada suspiro
O leve sopro e gemido do sax me dopa. Tirando, sugando, cada pingo de suor Despindo cada página de seu peito Meus dedos tremem, o sax treme