, genre: cityscape, style: Magic Realism.
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15 years old and trying to get,
How to grow up,
Without throwing a fit,
My classes are hard,
I feel so scared,
Having to do homework, chores, and more,
But wanting to watch cartoons like I did before,
Needing some comfort,
While standing up tall,
And just praying not to fall,
I'm not grown up yet,
But sometimes, that I forget,
Having to act responsible,
Yet feeling so reckless,
Confused and worried,
Confident and secure,
Trying to grow up,
Yet trying to be pure.
Annabella Sciorra Has an Enviable Morning Writing Routine
“It just kind of pours out,” the “Tulsa King” actress said.
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brown cow on green grass field near lake during daytime
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orange basketball on white wooden stand
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, genre: landscape, style: Romanticism, tags: Atmospheric phenomenon.
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, genre: figurative, animal painting, style: Neo-Expressionism, completition: 2017.
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cupcake with white icing on top
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OLD AGE DESPAIR
What good the golden hoard, the noble fame
Of heroes or the praise of younger Man?
The hand of Death makes Man but a mere name
And none may linger longer than the span
Of years which fickle Fate allots.
We start to die when we begin to live.
The ages pass and we and all our kin
Are dead and those who died can only give
Scant recompense for all we did. Oh! What a sin
To live at all. Our whole life rots!
Is there a God who looks upon our toil?
Does He not watch our progress and approve
Our every act? Are we but soil
That lie beneath this Earth never to move?
Man dies when he is dead and ties the knots
Around him in the silent graveyard plots.
Hugh L.M.Wyles 2003
Named in homage to 0,10 – Malevich’s revolutionary 1915 exhibition – Zero 10 brings vitality and https://t.co/EQZmcB92G7
a person holding an iphone in their hand
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Marcyliena Morgan, Founder of Harvard’s Hip-Hop Archive, Dies at 75
Her university’s vast collection of albums, scholarly essays and other ephemera helped establish rap as a course of serious study on a par with classical music.
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, genre: landscape, style: Pointillism, Neo-Impressionism, tags: forests-and-trees, Tree, Natural landscape, Plant, Woodland, Woody plant, spring.
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trees and lake during day
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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.
I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a girl living a life of shame
I am he one who you made insane
I am a person wanting to know more
I am the one who you showed the door
I am the one who you will never know
I am the one who'll let you go
Because i am the one who will end the show
The idea of people as consumers took shape before WWI, but it became more common in America in the 1920s.
People have always consumed the basics of life - food, clothing, shelter. They had to work to get them, but there was little economic motive for increased consumption among the masses. Attempts to promote new fashions and boost sales slowly increased as the pursuit of wealth extended beyond the very rich.
At This French Exhibition, Check Your Clothes at the Door
A museum in Marseille, France, has a show dedicated to the history of social nudity.
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a wood dock over a body of water
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