I spent one night in a hotel room while I was moving. Upon entering the room, there was a 27 inch iMac sitting on the desk. I thought the previous person staying here must have left it. But housekeeping didn't remove it. It was very odd. I sat down and turned it on. The owner of the iMac's name was Josh. I used it once then the next day I used it again, and started going through his files. Everything was normal until
My orange tabby is quite the dumb man, lacking in personality. He's not a very cuddly boy. He does not get aggressive usually but he just prefers to be Left untouched. I respect his wishes. But in this fine night, for the first time since he was a babby [7.5 years ago] he walked towards me lying on my bed, I pick him up and place his giant body on my chest and he stayed there. He is currently chilling on me purring.
Naturally I think all day about someone who was in my dream LAst night. and the other night. please get out of my head. what do you want from me ? Why do these memories haunt me. They Punish me, They laugh at me, they say remember this person???? here they are again in ur Brain, ur gonna hate it and im going to watch you collapse into even smaller pieces
*tips fedora* Hello M'lady! Hahahaha...of course, that is, I don't actually wear a fedora! Those old human hats wouldn't fit on my massively scrumptious head! Hahahaha Well anyways I must be going! TATA!
[speaking to an empty room] yes its True i lash out at seemingly mundane problems , i Do Lash out at Bigger problems in the World but smaller ones Like Jerks who litter is just the right amount of Anger i need to put out in the world in a healthy way, " also i look for excuses to type on my satisfying keyboard
one day when i was in japan it was raining and i was sat alone by a large pond in some shrine gardens. i reflected on my life but didn't realise that just some months later life would reflect on Me. a stray cat ran past me, splashing around with its paws as it went. what i am trying to say is Go to japan by yourself and sit by a temple on the lakes between some mountains and feel the peace and serenity
its a rainy tuesday evening. new york 2002. drops hit the windows of a darkened apartment. we see the protagonist (pretty brunette) stand in the dark with just a streak of reflected street lamp light echo across her face. a knock at the door. she opens it. we see a tall handsome early 2000s boy next door type, soaked with rain. they intensely gaze into each others eyes for a moment, but it feels eternal. tbc......
i remember when i was a little girl our house caught on fire. i'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up
In his arms and raced through the burning building out on the pavement. and i stood there shivering in my pyjamas and watched the whole world go up in flames and when it was all over i said to myself is that all there is to a fire? is that all there is?
Eggy was right, the film "Her" is quite overrated.
Of cores, this is an opinion.
But I could not take it seriously and I was so happy when the robot decided to part from him. I clapped. I felt no remorse or Sadness like the film wanted me to feel. xoxo
Theres some weird Freeks on tumblr dot com. i decided to use it again so i wont die of lack of creative inspiration. But when i thkn of the fac i have been using it since 2010 i start to feel a bit pathetic. let me mak thisClear i think tumblr is just, fine. not amazing, i dont love it, a bit terrible, but overall: fine. if you only Follow art blogs it is superior to any of those horrible other Social Medias .