Painting I Made For My Dad

Good advice💋❤

Rather than sitting there with a broken heart, do something worth doing. Go live a life! Because he doesn’t deserve the time you’re wasting on him.

Mia Hart

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Who's coming with me?

Paris by Momcilo Popov

The Snowflake Catcher

I know a man who catches snowflakes Holds them on the palm of his hand or sometimes carefully between his fingertips He does this to impress the ladies I watch as they are memorised lady after lady in awe of the Snowflake Catcher’s special gift They talk with him, contemplating the wonder of nature’s creation each delicate flake infinitely different yet extraordinary beautiful He draws them in so easily

But ladies you must beware you must stay clear of the Snowflake Catcher I know the secret to his trick His secret is not natures love nor an ever so delicate touch No his secret is dark & foreboding It is his ice cold hands fed with blood from his ice cold heart He has taken his icy black inner and practiced over the years his trick of snowflake catching learnt simply you to entrap

So ladies see through this conman right to his dark cold heart Then move clear away your affections to sway to man whom in whose hands snowflakes just melt Such a man is more genuine and real and believe me when I say you’ve got more chance that a genuine man will melt your heart than the Snowflake Catcher ever will

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Phoenix

And the sands of time Seep down through The hole of the hour glass With each grain More time passed And over time Everything changes Rearranged So you play the Chameleon Changing your skin To fit in But deep down You’re the same But at some point Your camouflage Is ineffective Requiring you to be Reflective And what remains Jumps into the flames Burning to ashes Arising reinvented Your Phoenix Flying out to the new The old left to burn In the flames Of the past

you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink

nature gave humans big brains but nobody can determine how we think

I’m always a little too much for people to handle. A little too sad or a little too overbearing or maybe even a little too annoying. 
I’m always too much. 
But I was always too little for the only person I ever really loved and that really screws me up inside.
 I was never enough.

JSM (via wnq-writers)