#and then inking was a breeze

[thepersonalwords]

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun

[twoworldsbridge]

She's like a summer's kiss, a radiant glow, with warmth that makes the flowers grow.

Her eyes like the sun's embrace,

bringing light and joy to every place.

[ipessimist1]

I miss you so much that your smile has become the sun in my sky and your voice- the wind that gently flows through each and every one of my days.

[eyesoncoffee]

the hills have eyes not the creepy kind

they watched a kid with dreams too big for the little town he called home

he'd sit on the highest peak and whisper his hopes nothing but stones echoing it all

the hills listened in their quiet way he hoped do you know the comfort of being heard?

seasons changed i grew my dreams took flight to cities far.

but the hills remained oh, where would they go? i'd speak too little of them.

But the day I returned my heart bruised my dreams heavy

i climbed the hill and sat once more I didn't speak. I just cried.

and the hills they watched with eyes that knew sometimes coming home is the bravest thing you can do

[unholy-cvlt]

SUMMER BREEZE

Makes me feel fine

Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

Sweet days of summer

The jasmine is in bloom

July is dressed up and playing her tune

And I come home

From a hard day's work

And you are waiting there

Without a care in the world

[euesworld]

"I find myself attracted to the sound of your voice, it's a soft sound like the breeze.. and if I could have just one thing right now, I would have you sing to me. Good God, I love that voice.. I don't have a choice. It touches my soul in ways that others could only dream.."

As a matter of fact, it's not just your voice that touches my soul.. it's all of you - eUë

[littleteapotghost]

Unfinished Poem - Feral Breeze

Found a breeze that breathless Summer

lips wine-scented, hurried hands

In the haste of a two-headed fumble

Left untethered on the sand

There it tasted idle hours

Grew fierce and and wild with the sea

Every sun-soaked day devoured

To run swift and strong and free

Now the king tide has come calling

And the moon is on the wane

And the leaves are falling, falling

Crowning Autumn's rising reign

But born hot-blooded was this breeze

And too wise for trap or snare

It races among the gilded trees

And leaves its whispers there

[hopefulngold]

another week of inktober <3

once again, illustrations inspired by paulo kellerman's writings

1 / 3 / 4

[alyimoss]

i love ink's freedom. i love how much it means to him and how much its reflected in him as a character and his design. i love that comyet specifically noted that parts of their design are supposed to convey that sense of freedom. i love that he holds his freedom above all else, that it matters to him so much. hes just... so free. even despite whatever duties and responsibilities he has, theyre still free. still characterized by their freedom. i love characters who scream freedom...

[shrikeseams]

fuckit sketchbook saturday

Screwing around with stamp carving

[thepersonalwords]

I gather the last remnants of the evening’s breeze, so cool and lazy within my arms, feeling it curl up like a small and innocent kitten.

Carew Papritz, The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift

[breathingsixfeetunder]

i belong to the breeze

now im 19, i still remember

merry, jolly, tumultuous currents

of night, cold, sea winds

i remember the cool breeze

when i was 9 years old

rustling my hair, as i stood

in a garden surrounded by industrial lights

or when i was 6, jumping around

being slapped by the strong ocean winds

at the great ocean road, dolled up like dora;

when i was 16,

when it was the darkest

i remember walking, numbed by sedatives

in my black coat, listening to artists

i can't listen to anymore

and the slight breeze that made it better;

so now when im in this emotional cage

the breeze entering through the bars

along with the quaking rail tracks

is all i need, to rekindle the soft,

tired flame of happiness in me

~N (10/12/23)

[scottielobster]

[leonide-poet]

[yourlovelyspace]

A bit of poetry for today 💝

[unholy-cvlt]

MY GIRLFRIEND'S GIRLFRIEND

It's no secret we're close

As sweaty velcro

Like latex, fur and feathers

Stuck together, now

In their '62 'Vette

Sharing one cigarette

In a black light trance then

Go go dance

Then

Go go trance

Then

They keep me warm on cold nights

We must be quite a sight

In our meat triangle

All tangled, wow

My girlfriend's girlfriend

She looks like you

My girlfriend's girlfriend

She's my girl too

Her and me and her and she and me

An uncrowded couple, are we three

Hey, we don't care what people say

When walking hand in hand down Kings Highway

Two for one today

My girlfriend's girlfriend

She looks like you

My girlfriend's girlfriend

She's my girl too

My girlfriend's girlfriend

She looks like you

My girlfriend's girlfriend

She's my girl