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Oscar Zeta Acosta. Rolling Stone photo.

Oscar Zeta Acosta. Rolling Stone photo.

Face it.

Face it.

"And then kids started calling me ‘Ella’. Half of them didn’t even mention ‘Ella Fitzgerald’, just ‘Ella.’"

"And then kids started calling me ‘Ella’. Half of them didn’t even mention ‘Ella Fitzgerald’, just ‘Ella.’"

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That veil. The speckles across her face.

That veil. The speckles across her face.

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Look at her eyes! This drawing is fascinating. She truly seems like one person until you take a good look at her eyes and they are completely different from one another, saying two completely different things. There is something like bitterness in the left eyes and something like sorrow in the right. She is looking away from the world in the left and looking untowards it in the right.
Did Venice do this to her or did she come to Venice because of it?

Look at her eyes! This drawing is fascinating. She truly seems like one person until you take a good look at her eyes and they are completely different from one another, saying two completely different things. There is something like bitterness in the left eyes and something like sorrow in the right. She is looking away from the world in the left and looking untowards it in the right.

Did Venice do this to her or did she come to Venice because of it?

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Make Me Happy

Make me happy, my love, for I am sad.

Have pity on my heart, for I am wrteched!

Show your face so I can marvel at it,

For that is what I yearn for in this world!

Without your face my belief is unbelief.

With your presence my unbelief is belief!

My heart is sad without union with you.

Make me happy as without you I am sad.

Iraqi

leaveyouapen:

#144
Poetry is a constant that keeps me moving, the always-blaring background music of my life. It’s the accompaniment to my coffee in the morning, my afternoon tea times. It’s a sandstorm inside me that bursts free of its own accord; it drives me. It’s my electricity and it lets me know I’m still human when I feel devoid of any emotion. It’s my lock and key, my freedom. 

leaveyouapen:

#144

Poetry is a constant that keeps me moving, the always-blaring background music of my life. It’s the accompaniment to my coffee in the morning, my afternoon tea times. It’s a sandstorm inside me that bursts free of its own accord; it drives me. It’s my electricity and it lets me know I’m still human when I feel devoid of any emotion. It’s my lock and key, my freedom. 

"For mercy has a human heart, pity a human face…"

William Blake

Look at this. Four completely different faces. From left to right: Oooh, Umm, Mhmm, Eeee.
Kids teach you a lot about people. They’re like the unfiltered version of adults.

Look at this. Four completely different faces. From left to right: Oooh, Umm, Mhmm, Eeee.

Kids teach you a lot about people. They’re like the unfiltered version of adults.

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Tags: Kids Faces

rootsnbluesfestival:

ray

I’m gonna send you back to Arkansas…

rootsnbluesfestival:

ray

I’m gonna send you back to Arkansas…

eatsleepdraw:

Oh, the guilt!

eatsleepdraw:

Oh, the guilt!