Little pots of paint make me happy.
It inspires me to create beautiful things. I got a new art journal. I have a watercolor journal that I sketch in, but this new one is just for throwing paint around.
(I desire you, you desire me)
These are lyrics from a Reggeaton song by a group called Zion y Lennox. I recently started seeing someone, and since I met him, the song has been stuck in my head.
A close up. I sometimes just want to throw paint around on a page without regard to the form or composition or anything.
No true kiss
is ever anything less
There’s a spark of electricity there
that impulsive moment of madness when your lips meet
it isn’t about thinking
it isn’t about anything but that one moment filled with Eros
when your impulses reign
and you close your eyes, and your lips meet
and I think
every now and again
we meet that someone who gives us this: that kiss that lasts forever
that moment in which you could close your eyes forever into that kiss
into never never land
once in a great while
we meet these people with magic hands
this sort of magic person
and his kiss
kisses are seeds and when planted
and love comes
no true kiss is every anything less
than….sheer abandon, like
you can feel it in every fiber of your being
it is that
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