Me And My Late Night Thoughts....

Me and my late night thoughts....

Middle of the road💓💫

https://www.instagram.com/p/B2JPnl_hsoY/ ARTxLIT: Robin Ekiss x Adriaen Van Utrecht —

“[…] not to carry the bones of August
into September, foiled with redness
and nothing to squander but the buds of spring
dormant in their boughs.”

Robin Ekiss, from “The Bones of August,” from The Mansion of Happiness (University of Georgia Press, 2009) . . . 🎨:  Adriaen van Utrecht, Vanitas Still Life with Flowers and Skull, 1642. Oil on canvas, 67 x 86 cm.

descendance

small island big city dreams

understand it’s for me as a product of you

papa was a rolling stone

momma was forever underestimated

so what you get wit’ me? 

shit…

I’m overstated, probably underrated

no debate cause the esteem was embedded the hustle indebted

thanks to my descendance and my cousin on my pendant

I never walk alone.

so my journey is not my own.

thanks to my inspires that motivate my desires

I keep you in my soul…

i don’t think love at first sight exists but i think you feel something. not just romantically, but when you meet anyone who’s going to be important to you…anything stronger than what you were feeling before, without even knowing it. attraction, dislike, whatever. something you might forget the next day but in that moment it’s something. like a little jolt in ur chest idk.

“When you see me for the first time again, you’ll stare at me from head to toe and say, “You’ve changed a lot, I barely recognized you.” Then I’ll tell you, “No, I don’t change. I’m still me. I just don’t live up to your expectations anymore.””

— “I’m Still Waiting for This Moment”, Repressed Feelings (via anastasiasyah)