an old building with a sign on the side of it
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yellow volkswagen beetle in a parking lot
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, genre: genre painting, style: Expressionism, completition: 1989.
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a building with a sign on it
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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.
Running away from the idea that you might just gave caught feelings for the same gender instead of labelling it as a passing 'girl crush' is a classic heteronormative narrative we, as females, have learned over the ages. Why shun the idea that we're not just fascinated by the object of our affections' specific traits but might just be wishing to ask her on a date?
Kendrick Lamar, Lady Gaga and Bad Bunny Lead 2026 Grammy Nominees
Sabrina Carpenter, Leon Thomas, Doechii and Tyler, the Creator will compete in the biggest categories at the awards show in February.
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My heart is in your hands. What will you do with it?
I give it freely; I've not had it broken before.
I may not deserve it, but I hope we end together.
We may not make it, but we have to try, right?
How could we sacrifice what we have, something so beautiful.
These are the things dreams are made of, that which we have,
Things sometimes never achieved.
We have.
You tell me you're mine, if I ever want you.
How could you even doubt it?
I never have.
You say you're independent - so am I.
You don't want to be tied down too early.
I'll help you fly.
You say you don't want to spend eternity without me.
What kind of God would do that to us?
Not any God of mine.
Time wasted on meaningless pastimes, without you.
So many things I want you to see, to be with me through.
I can't wait for the day I never leave you, together.
The day we become one, in God's eyes, forever.
Love does not begin to say it all.
green trees near mountain under blue sky during daytime
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It’s my perfect distortion
My face mirrored, and split by emotion
Toyed with and tainted as I move
From one to another, I fit to the grooves
Of the loose ends of sharpness that gather to unite
To be perfectly fitted
And renewed to the mirrored spite
Unnoticeably broken
But brittle and rough
Stand from afar, and admire the muffs
Help with the pane
Move to uncertainty
Lure the cheery light
And cure my fearful fright.
It’s my perfect distortion
That I recognize so well
But help me see
What the others see but tell.
Are the pieces lost?
Slipped through the cracks?
Fallen through to the dangerous high acts?
I’ll never know of my pieces that are missing.
Mold the old to fit the space
Kiss the glass, even of bad taste
Forever, but never made
To be new
Just molded and distorted
To create a familiar you
Of mirrored light, broken,
But Forever Bright.
Please stay with the brittle pane
Until the sun goes down
And pain fades
And new lights of distorted beauty
Reign again
, genre: genre painting, style: Expressionism.
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white and black brick wall
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‘Beatles ’64’ Review: They Wanted to Hold Their Hands
This documentary, directed by David Tedeschi, comes up with a solid compendium of the band’s arcana from their first trip to the United States, when fans went wild.
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, genre: landscape, style: Nanga (Bunjinga), gallery name: Tokyo National Museum, Tokyo, Japan.
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shallow focus photography of yellow flowers near people
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Lucy Liu Thinks It’s Important to Make a Mess Sometimes
“That’s how creative things happen,” said the actress, one of the stars of the holiday film “Red One.
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