Pondering..... - Tumblr Posts
An honest question
An honest question
Cuts straight to the heart.
An honest answer
I feel honoured and trusted.
I don't know about her.
I don't know about him.
But these bonds have grown stronger
And it will be hard to leave
I love coming across polls they’re like little checkpoints of self reflection. After lots of thought I can say that my favorite reptile is a turtle.
Sometimes people forget that they're also humans, they dehumanize themselves in defense against something undesirable, perhaps a bad experience. Some argue it's best to use logic and ignore the emotional aspect of things because being emotional is irrational. But being irrational is what makes us human. I think.
There was once a little girl. She dreamed of the world through the stories she read. She dreamed of deep oceans, stags and horses running through the fields, magic cast in deep valleys, castles on top of the hills, airlands where flying lizards were gliding through clouds, brave people on quests to discover new horizons, ordinary and simple people enjoying little details in life...Her mind was infested with many thoughts and feelings - rumbling through and planting seeds of curiosity, imagination and wonder. In time, they were chased away by grey people led by mr. responsibility and mr. fear. However, the thoughts always find their way back, through all the mud and the weeds. Hope is still there, to grasp the good feelings again, but also to learn to see the real world and real people with their hearts beating for true expression.
Graphic designer and illustrator: Melpomeni Chatzipanagiotou
There was once a bird, a black bird with a blue streak over its head. It flew often high in the sky, fluttering with its wings like a demon in disguise. It flew through the cold, the warmth of the summer sky, the staggering raindrops and white lightning. It didn’t want to stop, there wasn't any time for that. Everything was about the movement of the wings and going on and on.. she eventually forgot that she needed to eat or drink. She forgot what the body needs and just continued with her weird survival mode that has gone too far.
She got away from other birds - birds that attacked her, birds that admired her passion, nice friendly birds, but no one who shared her passion. Nobody shared her zeal for flying high up in the sky and wanting to reach the ruins of the blue feathers. The ruins that promised each passenger a key to another world, a world full of wonder and excitement. Nobody told the black bird that flying alone was not a good idea and that trying to outrun time is silly. Her strong feelings became the only fuel that was moving her forward..and losing strength more and more. She didn't truly ask for help or wondered what would happen if the ruins are there no more.
The bird is still flying, though is it a bird anymore? the body burst into flames - the ashes and the soul are wiggling along through the air.. the bird is no more as it once was. However, could she possibly acknowledge her mistakes and rise again from the ashes? The question remains unanswered.
What ‘did it all’ mean? Was it every position? Every person? Was it even related to sex?!? Was there anything that wasn’t? Chris began to wonder if he might just be too low maintenance.
Brad thought about getting guards for his nipples but he was nearly certain they only bled if you were running in a marathon. That whole notion was just downright freaky.
Well, he’d ask Chris later just to be sure. Right now his ass was looking really hot.
It was then Brad realized between his fine ass and mirrored sunglasses, the two shirtless boys that bladed by not two minutes ago prolly didn’t see him wink.
Hmmmm… well. Notated for next time. Certainly, another round will come. That’s when Chris tapped Brad on the shoulder scaring the Bejesus out of him. Yikes!
Well, the hot boys may have skated by, but at the end of the day, the possession was over. Chris and Brad were both thankful for that.
Buh-bye Bejesus.
Everybody's favourite optimist, and doting pretty boy. This style lends a purifying softness, and a delicate air of contemplation, that uplifts a fall-hard fan and inspires appreciation and wonder. I feel very impressed and grateful for @barbieraatko's contribution, and I empower and accolade Mahito fans to love him evermore. 🥰🩶🩵🕉️💓💕😍✨✨
Drawing spooky characters during October. Day 4. Mahito.
Ok, so does that mean there are high fructose cornfields? Also, is high fructose corn delicious?
Meta Sapient
If my theory is right, and I’m NOT my evil twin, then humanity doesn’t have much time left.
Meta Sapient
While in line today, I realized… That minus college, a frat boy —thats not a frat boy, is just another dirty white boy trying to buy alcohol.”
Meta Sapient
Thought is the wind, knowledge is the sail, and mankind is the vessel…. Augustus Hare. I’m gonna ponder this one a bit more, I do believe…. in the meantime, I hope you ponder it too….at the beach this weekend, I caught some shots of a couple of sailboats on the Chesapeake….maybe kind of a visualization of the above, to get us started on our pondering…..lol ;-)Bon Mardi, mes amis!
A query for everyone
Something that's on my mind, that I have been thinking about and am curious what others think.
If someone wears a diaper for an extended period of time, say 12 pm to 10pm, but they don't actually soil said diapee, is the diapee then consider used?
Cause when a person wears clothes, those clothes get dirty from contact with the body. Sweat, dead skin, dirt, etc. So would the same be true of the diapee? Yes it's been used and dirty cause it's been worn, even if it hasn't been soiled, or no it's not used and dirty cause it didn't get soiled.
A thing to ponder, with a different answer for everyone.
What will happen to my Google photos when I die?
will I ever be worthy of being treated like the delicate flower that I am on the inside