You call him 'understanding' because he doesn’t mind
who you text or where you spend your nights,
while he tracks his investments down to the last penny.
He isn't giving you space out of respect;
he’s just keeping his overhead low.
just old
I remember going to you to hold me when I broke
And now I wouldn’t go to you cause
You made me cold
You made me like you
You made me hate me
When once I was the whole world to you.
sun, that gives us the season.
At aphelion, we’re about 94.5 million miles from the sun, a distance so vast as to be unfathomable. What we can fathom: our two feet pressing into Earth, taking up just inches of space. 👆 @davidsanchl4
#culturaPLOT#arquitecturaresidencial - Casa en Cerrado, un proyecto de Atelier Espaço P2 @espaco_p2
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La casa se integra con naturalidad al paisaje rural de Ansião, Portugal, reinterpretando la arquitectura vernácula desde una mirada contemporánea.
Leading us away from home:
The bone-deep reminder
Of our yesteryear drowned.
The ocean’s salty fingers tickled the sand
Clawing higher and higher onto land
Slowly unbuttoning the shoreline
Swallowing our houses whole.
mind anymore
If you ever knew my name
Forget it and watch me shine
You can even call me Ms. Supernova
And weep for the star that will never shine for you.
I send you my best wishes, Mr. I-Won't-Say-Your-Name-Aloud