#starry
#starry
@rubkandy feat Polizia Municiale
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#star #yellow #green #police #sculpture #contemporaryart #almostready (presso Rome, Italy)
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wip snip
most of my writing energy (there is very little!) has been directed towards my wireless project, but blue’s breathtaking art reminded me that I want to write a Teddy/Draco follow-up to Surface Texture (Harry/Teddy, with background Draco/Harry), so here’s the first few paragraphs. cw: for implied Harry/Teddy & not (yet) explicit Teddy/Draco
Gooseflesh. I know he’s here in a second because I can feel his eyes on me as desperately as though he’s run his fingers over my arm. I’m trying to listen to the woman next to me — she’s got diamonds on two fingers and would certainly buy the lot — but all I want is to turn and drag him into the alley behind the gallery.
She says something about Muggle photography and I nod, gulping down the rush of heat at my throat. She gestures wildly to the painting between us — Vic in Evening Light — saying something about Mapplethorpe and I’m sure it’s worth listening to, but all I can think is: Can she hear my heart racing?
There’s breath at the back of my neck. Oh fuck. He’s close. She hasn’t reacted yet, tittering on, rings flashing, her voice too pitchy to make any sense of the words. Focus. I nod again, certain I look like a fool.
I feel it again, the barely there brush of someone behind me. The gallery’s almost crowded enough to justify this closeness, but I know this is no stranger from the way my body has already begun to call to him. Touch me, my hips beg, desperate to lean into him, to let him steal me away from this patron and the noise of the crowd. I am hardly in control of my own limbs, let alone my mind, as it aches for this man.
It’s only been a second, not long enough for my conversation partner to notice my distraction or the flush burning its way up my neck, but then it hits me. Whoever this is is taller than I am, by at least a few inches, and Harry– Harry’s my height. We stand eye-to-eye when I face him, when I ask Harry to give me everything I want.
This isn’t Harry.
I turn.
Draco.
Omg I almost fell over I sat up so fast when I saw this! Do you know how badly I want this sequel?? Do you know how breathlessly brilliant this snippet is?? Jesus.
Distant Shores by Kindra Nikole
Via Flickr:
4/52 ✨ “Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.” - Khalil Gibran Dress: Michelle Hébert Assist: Adric Knight ✨ [I have always had this fantastic idea that just under the surface of everything, if we activate things *just* right, there are eons of other universes below, glowing and vibrant, waiting to be discovered. I believe that we have the ability to change the world through our dreams. Dreams inform us when we’re waking or sleeping what lies in the deepest corners of our hearts–what we truly feel. Beneath the layers of societal conditioning and programming and everybody telling us what to do, think, feel, believe, how to act, what to wear, where to go, what job to apply for or what trip we should or shouldn’t take–beneath ALL of that lies our dreams. They hold our truth. And each person’s truth is uniquely their own, Nobody can tell you what your truth is. Sometimes we have a little voice that tries to deceive us away from our own truth. But when we quiet our minds, when we stop and breathe, *really* breathe, then the whispers of our dreams become audible. And if we do this enough, those whispers become hums, those hums become songs, and the words of those songs ring clear as bells and guide our every thought, deed, and action. ✨ What is it your dreams are telling you? Beneath it all, quiet and soft until it becomes clear as the brightest summer day. What do your dreams ask of you, and what do you yearn for? Whatever it is, that’s what you should do.]
Jöjjön akárki, a csillagos ég megmarad neked… nekünk…
Mindig te fogsz eszembe jutni róla… akárhányszor felnézzek…
啟程吧 / Set off
I have a dream.
In the dream I can hear the sea,
the path to it is long and winding.
But it is bright and beautiful.
Let’s set off for the sparkling sea.
後疫情時代的大家還好嗎
什麼事被迫停滯了
什麼又強制推進了
是否還能聽到蟲的鳴叫
是否還能感受心的怦然
對未來未知害怕嗎
那一點夢想還在嗎
不論什麼都好
你依然是那個獨特的你，閃耀的你
你聽見了嗎 海潮之聲
PS. 特別感謝翻譯蒟蒻
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Whale Shark Gliding Through Bioluminiscent Algae _ Mike Nulty
Don McClean’s Vincent is what kept me alive today.
Meet Me at Midnight poem from my new poetry book She’ll Find the Sky
More inktober, sorry for low quality. This one’s my favorite so far. I’m starting to get used to my prismas.
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Lüriithe sky pancake
They/Them/ It / It’s
Sky flap-flap that eat dreams.
It have no digestive tract and no sexual organs.
It can injure itself pretty often due to carelessness, but heals almost immidietly.
Acts kinda like puppy. Dumdum flat sky puppy.
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