, genre: landscape, style: Symbolism, tags: caves-and-volcanoes, Geological phenomenon, Sky.
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The discovery of fossil fuels such as coal led to the greatest improvement in energy efficiency. In the late 1900s, these fuels accounted for 85% of the world’s energy use. Suddenly, slavery and animal labor became unprofitable because fossil fuels were so efficient. Everyone’s income and standard of living rose as a result of the use of fossil fuels.
Movement Directors Are the Secret Ingredient to Movies and Runway Shows
The way an actor physically inhabits a character.
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Some people go to bed at night thinking, ‘That was a good day.’ I am one of those who worries and asks, ‘How did I screw up today?’
Social media is one of the most harmful and destructive things you could have in your mobile and will talke a long time to figure out what is right to be done, but generally you can start by first unfollowing less important accounts and geoyps, setting times for using it, and managing your time on them.
Here's a list of the most important social media platforms and what to do with them.
I never imagined my darkest hour
to be this dark
I'm consumed in this hole
connecting my heart with my mind
combining the eyes of Horus
searching for the reason
my days are so drab
I had hope
I should of known it was lie
I knew it wouldn't last
I knew someone was lying to me
I knew it
why did I believe you
why did I believe her
I believed
cause I have dreams
I have hopes
but why have hope
hope is pointless
hope will only cause me to break more
so I give up hope
I will leave this hope of find loving
I will leave all hope behind
I will slowly die
for hope was all that I had in life
hope...
is a dream
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2ª Bienal das Amazônias: To Live Is To Persevere
Despite its wishwashy curatorial rhetoric, the second edition of the Bienal das Amazônias stands strong in its social messaging.
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Recipes for capirotada — a bread pudding served on Good Friday — vary across the country, but it's usually made from:
- Bread similar to a baguette (bolillo), which has been soaked in mulled syrup made from sugar, cinnamon sticks, and cloves.
- Nuts, dried fruit, and sprinkles are common toppings.
Capirotada is meant to signify the crucifixion: the cinnamon sticks represent the cross, the cloves represent the nails, and the bread represents Christ's Body.
👀 Take a look at the new edition of The Art Basel and UBS Survey of Global Collecting by Arts Economics, and you’ll find that on average women spent more on art than their male peers by 46%.
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, genre: symbolic painting, style: Surrealism, location: Poland, tags: allegories-and-symbols, flying.
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Technology is making the world smaller and bringing individuals closer together. From the ancient “thou art that” to the contemporary idea of crowdsourcing, these connections drive art, wisdom, commerce, and even a new human understanding around politics and world peace.
Our collective engagement results in a democratization of data, ideas and the very social structure that can exercise power in the interest of all.
Let's first understand what is Art Block.
In simple words, Art block is what you experience when you really want to create art or do something but can't figure out a 'great' way to do it
You can figure out a good way, but you're not looking for that and hence, Art Block.
people do confuse art block with a sudden downgrade in skill or will and it is surely not that.
My tears of pain could not have justified my love for you.
What else am I supose to do?
All I can do is sit here and cry.
Write down my thoughts,
expressing all my feelings.
I wish I didn't have to though.....
I wish I could just shut it all out.
Block out everything,
turn my heart cold,
black.
Nothing in there.
Completly empty;
like a bottomless pit.
Everything empty;
but now.....
I have to deal with this.
How?
I don't know.
It ponders through my mind all the time.
Should I?
Shouldn't I?
Knowing me,
my decision will be bad.
That's always the outcome.....
no matter what.
I can feel my heart beating faster everytime I think about it.
Faster,
faster,
and faster!
I just want it all to stop.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
GO AWAY!
I don't want you here anymore!
You took over my mind.
I can't block you out.
Why?
That's my question.....
Why do you have this great power over me?
Why does it exsist?
Can't it just disapear?
No.....
that will never happen.
It's impossibile.
I can't explain it;
it's just too confusing to.
Can't you see what you are doing to me?
It hurts too much babe.....
You have caused me all this pain and torture.
It's all too much to bear.
I'm losing control over my life.
You control me now;
not me.
You are my keeper,
my owner,
my lover:
"I wish."
How long is this going to go on?
Weeks?
Months?
Years?
No,
I know the answer.....
forever.
I will always be yours.
You will always have the power over me;
for always and forever.
Even in death,
I will belong to you.
You are my everything.
Nobody can take that away from me.
I wish you would open your sparkling eyes and realize.....
realize my love;
love for you.
You always push it away.
Whenever I try to be there for you,
you block me out.
Making your heart cold,
black.
Completly empty.
You know I will always be there for you.
All I want to do is see you happy.
When you smile,
it makes me smile as well.
Just one look at you,
and my heart fills with joy.
I feel the butterflies in my stomach;
head pounding,
heart aching,
all for you.
I know time helps ease the pain,
but not for me.
I gave way too much fucking time.
All that time.....
and for what?
YOU!
It wasn't even worth it,
you didn't seem to care.
Now I can never have that time back.
So I sit here alone.
In the dark.
With the thoughts of you running through my mind.
It hurts too much.
This pain is not what I want.
I wish the pain could be over,
but it's not.
I don't think it ever will be.
So what do I do from here?
Honestly,
I don't really know.
I wish you would come up to me and say,
"I love you."
"I love you too hunni."
I wish to be free.
Free from your world,
and everything in it.
I don't think I could do that though.
So the days grow longer,
nights grow shorter;
while this pain runs through my body.
Why can't I move on?
Why can't I just say,
"Fuck you!"
because you mean so much to me.
I care too much for you.
I wish it all could be over.
I can't go on like this anymore.
So for now,
I'll see what the future holds.
David,
You know you will always be in my heart;
no matter what happens.
You were my first love.
Noone can take that away.
You are my everything.
*Dedicated to DBH
