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itsapointofview · 3 years
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What are you looking at? You git.
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itsapointofview · 3 years
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Happy Birthday to @heyjude19-writing ! Love u)💋✨and thanks, Emily, for commissioning these pieces for “Remain Nameless”
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itsapointofview · 3 years
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blush meme ☺️☺️
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itsapointofview · 3 years
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itsapointofview · 6 years
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DUST IF YOU MUST
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture or write a letter,
Bake a cake or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear and books to read,
Friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world’s out there,
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go - and go you must -
You, yourself, will make more dust.
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itsapointofview · 6 years
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Prince
“I go to a bar to experience something. If I don’t feel like I am experiencing something, I leave and go to the next bar.” a young man once said.
I did and did not agree with him. Because the thing is; we can go somewhere and wait for something to happen, until someone decides to set an experience in motion. Or we can set it in motion our selves.
He was sitting at the bar, sipping his whiskey. I didn’t know what kind of whiskey he was drinking, but I was pretty sure he liked it smoky, so it must have been something old and heavy.
He was wearing a brown hat that looked too expensive for a hat, and a long coat that he hadn’t taken off since he had entered the place and sat himself down at the bar.
From underneath his hat, a few blond locks showed. His piercing blue eyes looked down at the bar as his thoughts wandered around the place. He was slowly twirling his glass inside his right hand, making the whiskey dance.
Even though his thoughts were very far away, I could see he was still very concentrated on the music, carefully listening. Maybe his thoughts were wandering because of the music, or maybe because of someone. I couldn’t tell.
But it was the way he talked, the way he tried to express his thoughts and feelings, how he speculated about everything and everyone, how he tried to figure things out. It was the way that he made me feel when he looked at me. Bare and naked, as if every piece of my soul was laying there in front of him, and he was putting the puzzle together with just a single look.
I had met him before, but it was until now that I actually noticed him. The beautiful and complicated soul that was Michael Prince.
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itsapointofview · 10 years
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