Dusk: a blade of honey between our shadows, draining.
Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous. (via xshayarsha)
be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.
“the sunlight today touched me just like. i wanted it to and still does as i remain here lying. with the grass blades against my arms like obscure lovers. i have never been in love. the sunlight, its warmth. rippling against my light-ached flesh. what i was proud of.”
— Joanna Cleary, from “After Pride,” published in Glass (via lifeinpoetry)
robert brault / elizabitchtaylor / marguerite duras / edvard munch / kazuo ishiguro / edgar allan poe / lisa kleypas / frederic william burton / plato / emery allen
For my 3D production class I had to create a three shot short that was a remake of an existing movie scene- with muppets. I ran out of time to do the particle water effects, but this is basically Pacific Rim anyway.
a home for us, the celestial children of the chaos and the cosmos
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