My Husbands first post!
I want to bare you,
I need to enter you,
Probe your being
Infecting your feelings,
Infest your heart
Feel how it beats,
Coalesce with your essence,
Travel your chakra’s
From crown to root
I will touch you,
In ways unknown
To the bone
Me and you alone
The two of us
You loving me
Me loving you.
Photo by Shaun Jeffers
From Atlas Obscura
Thousands of glowworms hang peacefully in this cave in Waitomo, New Zealand, forming a magnificent bioluminescent cosmos. Today, many of the tour guides that offer trips into the caves are the descendants of Maori Chief Tane Tinorau, one of the men who first discovered the cave back in 1887. Read more about the caves here:https://trib.al/uFdypwT
I know, I know…incredible, eh? I’m always amazed at what can be found inside the strangest places. Not that the places themselves are strange. Certainly caves are not. But. Finding something so unanticipated and stunning inside the ordinary smashes the senses into a shock-like awe. I can only begin to imagine what this would be like in person.
omgoodness fabulous! I love Modern Art
Edgy fashion editorial collages by Stephanie Lopes Simoes
Stephanie Lopes Simoes is a graphic designer from South Africa, now living and working in Antwerp, Belgium. Stephanie’s main focus lies on creating collage illustrations from fashion editorial photography. Her work keeps the editorial feel from the original photograph, yet by adding layers of paint, ink and texture Stephanie gives the photos a new life and an edge. The models in her pieces turn from a pretty face into a mysterious, edgy beings: pieces of modern art.
Inspiration has no schedule.
To those of you who have no muse today, tonight, tomorrow: wait. Do not worry, for it does nothing but hinder your inspiration and ability to concentrate.
To those who have found your muse: use it. Abuse it. Have fun. Enjoy.
To all the rest: I have no idea what you’re doing here, on this blog.
Raw and Real words from Baffy Basics
*this is a poem I wrote during high school. Unfortunately, it’s still pretty relatable for me.*
The depression inside won’t leave
Death will not come, so I still breathe.
I am weak; I don’t wish to fight.
On the inside, nothing is right.
Heart is so broken; life is bleak
Don’t know if I’ll make it a week.
It seems every night grows longer.
The pain within me grows stronger.
At night all I can do is cry.
Every day I just live a lie.
I can’t fake anymore smiles.
I cannot run any more miles.
Can’t live another day alone
Wish my heart was made of pure stone.
With no more feelings of distress
And nothing left to confess
A little inspiration from Cristian Mihai 🙂 Happy Monday