& rumours have started that you are in love again

autoplastic — Sun, 14 Dec 2008 18:32:27 GMT

Hi,

I hope it's ok that i'm posting twice today. I get a strange pleasure at manually coding html and have some free time. Here are some pictures i took on my recent trip to London (I'm from Spain) that i thought you might like to look at. Enjoy!

Some goodies i found there:

You can find a few more at my Flickr here
You can add me if you want to! :)

autoplastic — Sun, 14 Dec 2008 18:07:47 GMT

Hi,

Here are some old pictures and some new pictures. All taken by me, except the ones in black and white. Sorry about the different sizes. Hope you enjoy them.

:)

autoplastic — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 12:47:31 GMT

Hi! All pictures taken by me. Please, enjoy :)

Flowers:

torturedmute — Thu, 18 Sep 2008 15:31:47 GMT

Skyscapes:

torturedmute — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 15:43:54 GMT

Amethystium - Shibumi

Sea Creatures:

torturedmute — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 16:41:47 GMT

Butterfly Series:

torturedmute — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 19:50:51 GMT

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sugarlimbs — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 21:15:23 GMT

on one side of the bench, we sat.

i have not felt as alive as i did opposite you today in the park for a long time, ice cream in our hands and conversation leaping from mouth to ear. if this buzz, this dizzyness, this fire under my skin and sparks from a girl is what being alive, breathinglovinglaughinglife, is then how dare i have ever felt like not wanting another day on this earth before? the grass could crawl up my legs and ladybirds perch on my toes, the sun could turn me pink and sweat collect in a pool on my back but i wouldn't leave. the time would always run too fast. every cell every heartbeat every thought that i produce is what i have become over the years and i bloom, i cry, i move on, i hold hands and plan the future. things are okay. i have struggled with an eating disorder, my love committed suicide on me, my mother was paralysed from a stroke. these amongst other things have been ruining me slowly and enticing me to sleep at night. who would think i could feel this ripe and flowery from a summer smiling outpour of thoughts on both our parts.

i told you of my wish to love everyone the way i love you (in that hand holding same wavelength youmakemewanttolive way that we have) and you called me a hippy. how i want to leave everything behind and travel from place to place with no money or companions except the amazing strangers i meet along the way, how i feel unlike all the people in my life, bar a few, because i expect too much and that i want a disgustingly obnoxious man who is unexpected, my soulmate and in love with me to enter my life. i need variety here, routines suck the passion out of me and i resist settling in. i told you i no longer believed in the god that so much of the world imagines, but a god of no form but smokey incense, of tears, rockets and the touch of a finger, of anything.

we spoke of secret weddings and i want it to happen for you extremely so because it is what i want and am yet to reach with a boy. a little chapel in the countryside with flowers and jeans, no vows, just love spewing from our eyes and ears and mouth and hands held we'd be wed, him and i.

we will be handwriting a book together, posting it back and forth to document our days and nights, our smiles and tears, our hopes and inspirations. i expect it to be colourful pulsating and like us and i just want to thank you for resuscitating me again.</div>

what makes you feel alive?
what dreams do you have for your future?

fade into you

betsytron5000 — Sun, 25 May 2008 02:31:19 GMT

this is an old song, but it still manages to choke me up everytime. :'(

it's just so romantic... at least, it sounds romantic. i'm not sure about the lyrics.

coz you can never have enough sad poetry

snailmail914 — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 02:49:09 GMT

we're watching television
we're two people in love
we're laughing at the television and i think my heart is breaking
and there's a pain in my head
and it feels like a tiny chainsaw

read a poem to me something sad something with tinted nuance
no one will understand it
maybe

the whole world will understand me if i repeat myself enough
but the whole world's hearing is superficial and flighty
will you kiss my nipple
i'll moan
i'm half edible anyways
and there is a pain in my head
and it feels like eating a cantaloupe

read a poem to me something about sex something that makes me feel young again
no one will grasp my perception of it
i don't think

when i told you i had no boyfriend
i told you about a beach too
and some birds
and you didn't concentrate
and you said some other things
and there is a pain in my head
and it feels like a reversible trenchcoat

there are no other boys
only oragami birds
there are no other boys
only oragami birds
there are no other boys
only oragami birds
i'm half edible

we are having sex in the tall grass and it feels like the edge of the world
we are swimming from leaf to leaf
will you bite my nipple
i'll slap your face
and nothing i say is really what i want to say
so i can only repeat that
and it feels like a sweet wind in a sky with oragami birds

in the center of chaos (edited) by brandon scott gorrell

absolutewolf — Tue, 20 Nov 2007 14:42:48 GMT

Salut my name is Starbat and I'm a midnight-moon Sunflower

does anyone still play here?

because I love the idea of this community

plasteredlooks — Wed, 06 Jun 2007 19:38:48 GMT

I´m actually kinda sad that this community seems to die,
before it even came to life.
so here are some pictures I made,
some from unknown artists I really like
& some of my favourite quotes/lyrics:

"You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold.
Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close, you are second hand smoke.
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins.
You are the smell before rain, holding on to yourself the best you can."
brand new - "the boy who bocked his own shot"

"depression opens the door to beauty of some kind"
james hillman

"if you only know how the veils were killing my days.
to you, they are only transparencies. clean air.
but my god, the clouds are like cotton.
armies of them. they are carbon monoxide."
sylvia plath - a birthday present

thegirlpouting — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 01:02:49 GMT

I just bought another one of these little travel journals.
I love them because they're so soft and pretty and the pages are so thin that there's a ton of room.
I have another one that looks almost exactly like this, but the new one is slightly darker, which is nice.
I'm just really bad about never using them because just like with moleskines, I want to put only my best writing, my best collages, my best work into them, since they're kind of expensive. I also always wait to work on a piece because I think i'll have better material to work with later, then i change feelings about things and don't feel inspired to work on that particular piece anymore.

How do you guys dive into a new journal?
I'm sure I'm just being ridiculous... Post some collages you've done in my comments if you like, I love to see other people's art journals.

oh_meow — Fri, 16 Mar 2007 11:54:53 GMT

I went out for a walk in the park on my lunch break from work to look at the flowers. It's finally Spring in the UK!

2eck — Sun, 13 Aug 2006 20:20:38 GMT

from the flickr-group wardrobe_remix.

____fauxpas — Sat, 05 Aug 2006 04:42:33 GMT

hello, my name is lisa & i just joined this community.
i'm not too sure what i'm supposed to say in my introductory post.
so here is a poem and a picture:

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
-pablo neruda

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