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I never wanted to love you. Self-portrait — Arthur S. Oliveira.
Hello.This was just an idea that I've made reality.I think i have seen something ike this somewhere,idk.Go ahead and use it it's FREE.Just mention me in the caption on social media, so I can see your masterpiece.USE IT!
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I don't really share photos of myself here, but I wanted to share the tattoo I just got from tatt.tori on insta! She's an LA based artist that does absolutely fantastic work!!
They're flowers/plants representing all the places I've lived. Violets (New Jersey, my home state), columbines (Colorado), poppies (California) and strawberries (Sanmu, Chiba, Japan/山武市,千葉県) ✨🌸✨
11/22/15
Sometimes I catch myself in thought, thinking like a child. Wanting things and thinking of it as utter possibility, without thought of how to get it.
Now I'm on the train the 4. 35 min away from work. { SOHO } women's and children's clothing.
I see two little dark skin children. Both boys, possibly 1 to 3 years apart in age. Both to me look very similar in age. The way I'm able to differentiate between them is the level of education that one has over the other.
Simply looking at them I fall into child mode. As I think, my mind is reflecting back on how I was with my little sibling. Then my thoughts went to how could one behave this way in public. They were tiffing. The older one telling the younger one to leave it. As the mother still engage in conversation with a terribly dressed man in his mid 20's. Possibly his, possibly not. I'm indifferent about who's who. Only interested in how the two children warmed my heart.
This is important to me........ because as I get older..... and some of peers as well, me included are jaded. I find myself Angry, upset and often bewildered by the actions I've taken due to the absence of instruction.
I'm just angry. Often angry. And........I catch myself searching for escapes. Television, men, TV shows and religion. But none of it is a valid device. It just does not do it for me anymore. I'm bored with people more easily then ever before, physically I feel heavy and tired all the time.
Albeit in that moment witnessing these two living their little lives, I felt relived from the rubble and woes around me. Grounded, alive! I've been around children. Taken care of them and felt a love for them. I think it may be my biological clock happening. When looking at babies, infants I feel the fever of them crawling into my chest, throbbing and pimping. Head aching and intense weakling feeling; love is there. It's scary to me to feel love that's that intense. When I don’t even feel that way for myself half the time.
I honestly don't care who knows or who feels what about my opinions of others and myself. It's how I feel. It's how I am.
WWATTober Day 9, “Point In Time and Space”
This is one of my friend’s favourite lines from a Will Wood song, I’m sorry to let you down! I was fairly busy today but I decided to try and still do something “interesting” so I drew this in one line. I thinkk it’s pretty cool but who’s to say?
I never post pictures of myself.. here are few 8))) #self #artist #selfies #artvsartist #pictures #selfportrait #selfpics #selfpictures https://www.instagram.com/p/CnV-zJtK2Nq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Finally got to see the electric lady performing in Manchester for MIF!!
Glowing Forest
Glowing Forest I'm lost amidst this wretched forest. A forest destined for those who are poorest. However, it is not for he who is poorest in wealth or health But rather for he who is poorest with himself. This forest where the poorer you are, the darker it is. Where no form of navigation will lead you to bliss. But only acceptance for one's true self Will truly lead to an unspeakable wealth. A wealth that does not consist of jewelry or gold But rather of peace and tranquility often reserved for the old. It is then that one's true passion will begin to show And the sinister forest will then begin to glow. And the once wretched, dark forest for the poorest Will now become known as the beautiful Glowing Forest.
📷 & ✒️ F. J.
Entre deux la tour monte, gratte l’étau cramoisi d'un ciel dans la tourmente.
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Entre deux Une flute chante Enchante quelque puce alléchante. Allez chante! Le son monte.
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Entre deux une créature mythique vainc ses tiques en se mordant la queue.
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Entre deux Une abeille glisse dans l'abysse d'un calice en lit pisse nu le pissenlit soufflé.
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Entre deux est à celle qui sur selle morcelle de grandes aspirations en petites morts.
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___________________________Fortyshapes
📷 & ✒️ F. J.
Elle t'attend, elle est en avance, Avant toi, elle prit ce couloir Teinté d'ombrages et de luisances, Suave itinéraire au boudoir.
….. Elle attend là, où elle travaille, Te chérir est son charmant labeur. Sa récompense est la retrouvaille De l’étreinte apaisant sa langueur.
…. Elle t'attend et elle est d'humeur Hargneuse, elle blâme ton retard. Son silence aride de rancœur Cache un pardon ruisselant bavard.
….. Prends garde au miel du fiel dans ses yeux, Quand l'indulgence se mêle au vice, Au dédale affolant, ses cheveux, Où te perdre est un tendre supplice.
…. Son rire nu, sous le drap, se cache, Elle aime sévir sans artifices, Quand elle lève les bras et lâche Sa chevelure des maléfices.
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_______________________________Fortyshapes
✒️ & 📷 F. J.
Quand le son des vagues façonne la cadence,
Ton regard léonin m'entraîne dans ta danse,
Comme le blanc d'écume, en dentelle s'avance,
Caresse le sable, recule et se relance,
Ô corps ophidien, ondule, mets en transe,
L'encens fou sur ta peau, tue-moi et recommence.
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Roseau lascif penché, fait tant fifrer la brise,
Sève de vif-argent, cambrure que je frise,
Bassin où je m'arrime et ne lâche pas prise,
Fais-moi suer encore, Ô sueur qui m'attise.
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Il demeure encore, où les sons d'entrain se taisent,
Son qui ne trompe point, du cœur que tu apaises,
Dans mon froid salorge, coule ton miel de braise,
Quand tu sues en douceur, quand tu sues à ton aise.
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_______________Fortyshapes
