green grass near body of water under blue sky during daytime
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Light winged smoke, the one to blame,
Creeping out from my minds clear flame.
Silvery surface of my imagination,
Fading to black, from all accusation.
I lay upon the midnights shadowy skirts,
Watching black moonbeams with the stars emberresed.
Heavenly leisure, waiting over the top,
But I keep falling, I cant seem to stop.
Purple terminology filling me instead,
Of red or yellow flowers buds, opening their heads.
Great waves from an ocean so blue,
I heed not this, buts its monsters, always true.
Whats left, in this world thats fake?
Just I, rusting with the mistakes.
Rainbow clouds of sweet lullaby,
Take me now, I'm ready to die.
, genre: portrait, style: Romanticism, tags: Hair, Face, Chin, Head, Hairstyle, Forehead, Cheek, completition: 1861.
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In both Danish and Norwegian, 'hygge' means “to give courage, comfort, joy”.
In Denmark, 'hygge' is a central part of the culture. It’s about giving your responsible, stressed-out self a break to live in the moment and enjoy your immediate environment.
, genre: marina, style: Romanticism, tags: Vehicle, Boat, East indiaman, Galiot, Watercraft, Frigate, Clipper, Brig, Fluyt, Ship of the line.
https://uploads8.wikiart.org/images/william-bradford/arctic-whaler-homeward-bound-among-the-icebergs.jpgIs digital art a true reflection of creativity, or does it take away from the traditional methods? How do you think technology is reshaping the future of artistic expression?
Share your thoughts! #ArtDiscussion #DigitalArt #Creativity
At Shanghai Art Week 2025, New Venues, New Players, and Shifting Energy | Artnet News
Shanghai Art Week returns with two major fairs, a politically-timed Biennale, and a flurry of alternative projects.
https://t.co/GLJK6knHHyOpen me like a book, read my introductory, read my words carefully and not guess on what i mean. Turn my pages slowly, let my words flow out into your mind slowly.
Take in my words, think about them. Don't automatically think that i make no sense, take the time to sit down rewind the time u opened me up and took a look at my pages, read what i have inside, its quite a ride.
Think about me when you tell someone how u feel, let them know whats real. Don't let them steal your heart, keep it on a short leash, and wait to release at the right moment on the right person.
If your not carefully u could lose you mind finding your lost heart in the dark. People will put you through a lot. Read my words carefully, let them flow into your mind.
Lovers may cause you pain,but its only rain, the storm will never hit dry land, just keep it in the distance. Read me like a book, take a deeper look.
The light at the end of went out too soon
This kid wasn't meant to fall to his doom
Today the school is mourning his death
Crying in the halls, not able to rest
These kids really loved him
He wasn't meant to die so soon
Six more months until his graduation
An empty chair, and hearts left with questions
Tears and memory's in behalf of his blessings
This schools never going to be the same
He came so fast and left too soon
These kids really loved him
Standing in the halls they reminisce
All the good things about him they'll always miss
He's the only kid in school who spun a binder on his finger
Carried a boom box when skiing down the hill
Something I think about to this day still
Yet I can't seem to understand what was going through his head
I came to school, finding out this kid he was dead
A tragic ending to an unfinished story
Bold, lively and cheerful.
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, genre: abstract, style: Abstract Art, period: Bauhaus, tags: Rectangle, Pattern, Line, Square, completition: 1929.
https://uploads7.wikiart.org/images/paul-klee/crystalline-landscape-1929.jpga long narrow hallway with a wooden railing
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Dresden Frauenkirche with a tower
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a busy city street at night
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a person with a backpack under an umbrella
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When you think of Gen Z, perhaps the image that comes to mind is a tween hovering over a computer, online shopping, scrolling, posting and commenting. It’s difficult to look at Gen Z and not confine us to these stereotypes. We are the first generation to not know a world without the internet. I remember my first introduction to it—I was around six, I played Barbie.com games to pass the time and watched pirated episodes of Sailor Moon (thanks sis). Today, I’m on my laptop 24/7, and I cannot remember a life without screens or technology.
a woman posing for a picture
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, style: Neoclassicism.
https://uploads8.wikiart.org/00387/images/robert-home/ntiv-hach-1165931-001.jpgIt was the ride of a lifetime
That turned around so much
Here off to leave the place we slept
To fight the world and such
We left everything but the sky
In our hearts it stayed tight
By love it stood alone that time
To us it only felt right
The tire blew up before some time
The distance fell short that day
Under the stars’ night we thought that
We had not picked a way
Together we ran forever to stay
And to be with each other
Every city had a small town
All towns looked like another
The road kept us bumping around
Holding on for our love
The way got rough and hard and tough
Hardly with heads above
The road came to a stopping point
Waiting for life to live
Our place is here the time is now
To stop running from time
I sit on my bed staring at the clock,
Where are you?
It then strikes half past two,
when will you call?
three o'clock and you still haven't called,
Why am I still waiting?
I've sat here since one pm or earlier,
I'm sick of these games you play.
Tampering with my trust in you and making me feel not wanted,
I'm done with this.
But if I'm sick of all this then why do I stick around?
I love you.
You finally call at pm and I'm ready to let you go,
But I want to know where you were.
So where were you while I waited around for you?
You then say you just forgot.
I think about it all while I listen to Numb by Linkin Park
Which reminds me a little of us.
A month passes and I hear from you yet again,
You want my heart to belong to you once more.
Stupid me let's myself fall back in love with you
I know it won't last forever.
I now feel for someone other than you and it is not fair.
So I say goodbye once again.
A couple weeks later, all I think about is you,
Please let me try one more time.
That is all I ask,
Just one date.
a body of water with trees and mountains in the background
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