#confusedthoughts

[ccaptain]

@angeluvian

   it's with the hilarious go get 'em, tiger. rawr! and an hair ruffle from his mentor that the figure departs, a warmth in it's chest that fuels hope in succeeding in his mission.

   there's not much time left- hope is an abstract concept. it will have to succeed-

   no matter the cost. no matter the methods- though, it'd rather use a pacific one- an agreement, a place of contact it and the object of interest both can use.

   the first obstacles are the guards.

   of course there'd be security- well-dressed, tense men standing at the entrance and end of every corridor leading to the Moment of Morning Dew, shoulders taut and watchful gazes scanning the hall. 

   no harm shall come to these people. they are just doing their job- an excellent one at that, when the atmosphere tenses upon a pair of watchful eyes laying over a figure walking down the guarded corridor.

   ' HEY! halt! who goes... '

  -and no harm comes to them. their expressions dull, hazes- and the figure passes between the confused duo without eliciting a reaction, its steps making no sound on the marbled floor.

   what? what did you saw? the other man asks his partner, eyes wide and scanning the empty entrance of the hall. the victim shakes his head slowly, as if assessing the situation, and then replies with a confusedthought i saw something... eh, must be the lack of sleep, with a shrug following the words.

   and too much SoulGlad, his companion grumbles, bringing a small smile to thin lips.

   it passes by unnoticed and inconvenienced, cobalt locks bouncing on bare shoulder.

   it's curious, to dwelve deep into the Family's place. there's a glance thrown at the sandbox, a curiosity that needs to be satisfied by taking a few, quiet steps closer to admire the complexity of the reproposition of Penacony- 

   and a consideration that it seems to be a test. it has been noticed already- and it's exactly why the being is so tranquil, having raised no alarm exactly as it wanted to. 

   shadow and light blend together in a perfect silence as it reaches the desire destination. here, steps stop to an halt.

   ' mister Sunday. '

   out of The Family's office, in the shadow one of the doors cast over it, there's a man.

   long, cobalt hair tied in an high ponytail end in a curl over bare shoulders, a jacket covering his forearms, his hands finding shelter in comfortable pockets. cream pants are tucked into a tall pair of boots, and a singular, pale diamond has his sights set on the back of the halovian.

   slowly- extremely so, with not a change in the expressionless face, both hands are raised at the level of his ears- empty, the gloves protecting the bare skin.

   ' i come bringing no harm, and with no intentions to cause any. '

   there's a pause where he studies the other.

   ' may i please be allowed an audience with you? i carry urgent matters to discuss... if you'd be so kind as to listen. '

[fashionistaru]

Good morning 🌞 i wish I could face it like this, but i miss something...A sofa, or a loveseat probably... then nice frescoes at my wall. Silk pajamas, of cause... and appropriate face expression I’m ready to put on. #haveagoodday Started. Sasha is going to his art therapist this morning. I’ll get a dozen of colorful nutcrackers drawn in 3 hours. It’s still far from portrait quality. Actually I still can’t recover from his vision of me))) and his father can’t move over it either. Thought that he’s 4 y.o, was 3 y.o when he made his entrance to family portraits business doesn’t help much)))) anyway... How are you today? Here’s found in @nikolaj_i feed portrait of Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney. By #RobertHenri, 1916. Such wonderful time and style... oh. Permanent reminder how far we moved to simplification of life. Comfortable? Yes. Definitely, yes. Beautiful? Nope. You can make such pose in 2 hours, including scenography production. Seat and get photo, then an hour of post-production. Done. Amazing picture. No feelings and life truth behind it. We lives photosession, not past, faking the present. But what choice do we have? If I start my day like this at midday, nothing will be done till evening... nostalgia of never existed life))) i need to run now... Have a great Friday!) #goodmorningart #morninginspiration #morningmood #somethinking #confusedthoughts in the morning #beautyofwoman #womanportrait #beautyofcostume #historyofcostume #beautyofstyle #historyofstyle #artasinspiration #historyofart (at Moscow, Russia) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByZXfYNHfNO/?igshid=ghy53owqil1f

[sarembaart]

Making of "Confused" by @sarembaart #draw #drawing #confused #confusion #confusing #drawtime #art #artist #drawings #drawing✏ #pencildraw #pencildrawingart #pencildrawing #blackandwhiteart #artwork #confusedthoughts (hier: Lebende Kunst/ Miriam El-Maaroufi) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvjnXztHpfo/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=e5n2jji6faor

[subscription-issues]

We are so small in comparison to the universe; yet we are so large compared to all the atoms and micro organisms and we have entire ecosystems living on our skin.

We are constantly told how each action we make can have a powerful influence in the world whilst simultaneously told our existence is not even a splash in the universes timeline and our actions are so insignificant.

We are told to live in the moment whilst told to work hard in order to be rewarded later on in life.

How much of the present do we need to give to our future and how much of the future do we need to sacrifice for the present.

Deciding which philosophy’s to subscribe to is my issue.

[poetrywithsoul]

Your part of Lie.

Your part of Lie.

There are moments,when your heart stops responding.Moments when you hate the mere faces you see around,specially the masked one.The feeling is intense when the emotions you have finds no partner for love-making,or to be heard.Like a twig that falls from a tree but nobody cared enough or picked it up,healed it.That twig is all stale and just lying nearby its parent tree..Yes it actually happens.

[thecursedcrimson-blog]

I’m so tired

of hearing “Find your passion in life! Make it work! Go from there!” I think that no life should just have one passion, I think that all lives should have multiple passions, and the people who have these passions shouldn’t have to make it work. If it’s your passion, it’ll fall into place naturally, and taking time to figure out what you want to do will ultimately help you be happy. 

[splintomatik]

ive been really confused about life lately. everything seems so fake and unreal. i constantly think im in some fucked up dream.

[justbarely-there]

Every person in the world has thoughts and whole lives filled will good and terrible memories & battle scars and late nights and tired trips to coffee shops and it can all just disappear and be forgotten of so quickly, such hard work to be just stolen away and after all to have everyone move on without you and thats just really terrifying

[princesspriyapatel]

"To misquote an old Western philosopher, it's a case of "I think, therefore I am Confused." I'm currently reading The Tao of Pooh again. This simple, childlike book constantly serves as an excellent reminder to relax and let go. Childlike does not mean childish. Stay simple, and things somehow always tend to fall into place.

[concealedcastleintheclouds]

Why so unsure?

Ang dami ko talagang pag-aalangan ay samantalang sakin nanggagaling na kung  magugustuhan/mamahalin mo ang kahit sino walang pero pero, kaya lang, paano kung, at kung anu-ano pang dahilan basta kung siya yun na yun - period! Ay bakit ngayon ako ang ganito? Actually lagi naman ata akong ganito, ang daming tanong - paano kung ganito? paano kung ganyan?, dahilan - kaya lang ganito/ganyan, lagi na lang walang kapupuntahan kasi andyan nga ang sandamukal na pag-aalinlangan. Ewan? Ano ba? Di ba hindi naman kailangan ng assurance kasi kung ano man ang kahinatnan, kung saan man dalhin, kung ano man ang dumating ay di yun. Kumbaga what's meant to be is meant to be, if not then it's not. Tama bang push lang ng push & go lang ng go? Wag nang isipin kung ano pa ang mangyayare bukas o sa mga darating pang araw basta ang mahalaga yun meron kayo ngayon? Kung mawala man, just be thankful na naranasan mo/nyo. Kaso nga lang paano kung hindi? Paano din kung oo? Paano ba? Paano???

[framedexpressions-blog-blog]

Do you remember when?

that one person in your life was so important. They became everything you thought about and I don't mean the usual 'ugh he is so hot! I can't get over his smile!' type of thing. I mean, something less artificial than that. Its like when you know so much about one person, you automatically understood their thinking even though it doesn't seem logical. Even though they didn't treat you 100%, you still stuck around because you were willing to give out endless chances. You began to accept their flaws and really admired the few good qualities. You learned their strengths and weaknesses. But yet, part of them always remained a mystery.

I can't label what this kind of feeling is for someone else. Anyone know? This could even be exaggerated, I don't have a clue. But one thing for sure, thank God that Jesus will never fail me!

[reciprocidadde]

E chega uma hora que não há mais palavras a serem usadas para definir o que sentimos. Não há um alguém do lado com quem se possa compartilhar. Nada mais parece se encaixar. Tudo o que um dia vivemos parece não fazer mais sentido mas de alguma forma precisamos seguir, é preciso colocar tudo isso pra fora nem que seja sozinha e calada, através das lágrimas.

(*Confused Thoughts.

[concealedcastleintheclouds]

Should I feel this way? Is this right?

I knew it then, this is one of the reason why I am afraid to.... for... 

Yun feeling na kapag inaasar nyo sya sa iba, sa harap nila tuwang-tuwa & pabor na pabor ka pero sa loob-loob mo.. tangene - ako dapat yun inaasar nyo sa kanya! Fckngsht tagos! <///3 Pero paano yun mangyayare? Alam ba niya-nila? Ay yun hindi ko nga maamin kahit sa sarili ko tapos nagkakaganito ako ngayon? Medyo magulo ako! Magulo talaga! Asdfghjkl >.<

    Ayaw ko ng may ibang babaeng na"lilink" sa kanya pero ako naman itong nananahimik at patuloy na tinatago at itinatanggi ang tunay kong gustong iparating. Haaay buhay..

    Hoy! Paalala ko lang po, iba na ang panahon ngayon at kahit pala noon pa. Hindi magsasalita ang bato para malaman niya ang gusto mo ipaalam sakanya. Kung wala ka gagawin wala kang karapatang maramdaman ang mga ganito, ang magreklamo kung bakit nangyayare ang mga nangyayare & ang mga pwede pa mangyare, at lalo nang hindi mo pwedeng sisihin ang kung sino pa kung bakit ka nasasaktan & masasaktan pa kung magkakataon.

    Kkkkk. Itutulog ko na lang 'to. Pero hindi pa pala, kasi kachat ko pa sya. Ayan na! Hahaha. Whatever! ;3

[reciprocidadde]

Nem tudo que vivemos está escrito num livro aberto, assim como nem tudo é felicidade. Portanto, um sorriso pode esconder muitas lágrimas e uma lágrima pode transbordar muitos sentimento.