Paradise?
Between the jokes and the smokes,
He has a moment to cast a glance,
Towards the city skyline,
Where the sunset is falling below the horizon.
He might say something, like,
"The mountains are beautiful,"
And I might say something back, like,
"As are you."
Or perhaps he will just stay silent,
As he watches the city come to life.
Between his eyelids,
Is an abyss,
What are you hiding in there?
Paradise?
Or perhaps it is a dusty road,
Between the peaks of the Catalinas.
He wants for everything this country has to offer.
Dreams, material possessions, love-
They all taste the same.
And he might say something, like,
"I'm going to own a ranch."
And I might say something back, like,
"In this economy?"
And he will chuckle, and slide next to me on the couch,
Taking a sip of Corona and leaning his head on my shoulder.
And he will say,
"I'm going to be super fucking rich."
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City pier farmers market to find yummies. What a beautiful way to start the day ❤️#cabistylewithleza #annamarieisland #citypier #farmersmarket #tuesdayvibes #bikeride #electrabikes #pinkbike #beachvibes #cabi #cabiclothing #ootd #ootdfashion #iamgnv #gnv #florida #quantumhoodie #retrocabi #cabishorts #fall22 #spring21 (at Ana Maria City Pier) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmHWgs3uJeo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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6.851: Advanced Data Structures (2021)
https://courses.csail.mit.edu/6.851/spring21/lectures/
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The Face Magazine photographer Sharna Osborne
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@trenchcoat-moth @coexchange
I don’t know if I’m doing this right because I don’t usually post fics on Tumblr and this is my first exchange but I’m trying haha
this is for the Spring Carry On Exchange :)
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Finger Paint
Vincent told me there were eleven,
Eleven stars, a sun, a moon,
But I only counted two-
Brilliant blue, right beneath your forehead.
I could finger paint a poem,
And you could find it beautiful.
My hand, your heart,
And the crimson paint between them.
I don't chase men,
But I would follow you through the desert
Without thinking three times about it.
My first thought was that I hate the sand,
No life can grow here,
But my second thought was that
You had enough life for the whole Sonora.
My hand, your heart,
What did you expect?
Monet? No-
It's more like a child's work,
Splattered onto the canvas,
Spread across the apartment floor
As we danced to "Sweet Home Alabama,"
Our footsteps made work
That even Renoir would envy.
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#Spring21 cotton’s jacquards. . #bresciani1970 #brescianisocks #menstyle #mensfashion #italy #italian #italia #Мода #Носки #Италия #instagood #moda #mode #ファッション #靴下 #イタリア #fashion #madeinitaly #man #men #socks #calze #chaussettes #bresciani #dress #elegant #gentleman (presso Spirano) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLlZ1IsLigF/?igshid=1t16z17rpml2c
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