I hope the Machine likes this.
I hope the Machine likes this.
Hope filled me up yesterday.
But somewhere in the night hope turned sour.
Today I am filled with spoils of resentment.
The splendors of remorse.
The unimaginable grief from a lifetime of hope.
Today, for some strange and unknown reason, the hope in my life has left me.
What am I and what will I ever be.
I am the greatest boyfriend ever.
I don’t think any of you would drive two hours out of their way and wait 8 hours outside of a coffee shop just so they can see their girlfriend’s smiling face in person. But I would, in a heart beat. And then I’d take her out to dinner. A nice dinner (not denny’s or anything like that… my lady deserves the best). Then we would go back to her place and do whatever she wished to do for the rest of the night because I put her interests before my own (and she has great taste.) And even if she decides we want to watch a movie, and all we did was watch hours and hours of movies all weekend, we had the greatest time. Because I love her, and even if I only get to see her for a little while, any time spent next to her side is worth the world to me.
So that’s why I’m the bestest boyfriend. Well, that and my god-like face….wait, my face is not the reason I’m the best? It’s because I’m funny? Okay, I’ll take it. I guess.
And no, I’m not being conceded, I’m just a dummy who left my tumblr logged onto my girlfriend’s account. Which means she’s allowed to post whatever she pleases, whatever it be porn, or pictures of kittens, or even kitten porn. But since she’s a caring person, I guess she (I) will spare him ONLY this one time…
The amount of love I have for this boy is unfathomable. It’s a weird feeling finding someone who compliments, enhances, and completes you in every conceivable way possible. It’s only then do you really begin to understand the real meaning of “my other half”. Because that’s what he is; he is my better half. Only when I’m with him do I feel my complete self—I’m the most confident, happy, and lovable I can be. He brings out the best in me, and I know I bring out the best in him.
So that’s why it’s hard to only spend such a short amount of time together each week. But we make it work. Cause that’s the thing about “your other half”: you’re stuck with them for life, no matter how near or far away they are. Because they own a piece of your mind, body, and soul.
Okay, I’m done being a sappy girlfriend. I’m now gonna post kitten porn on this blog <3 <3 <3
New Vincent Van Gogh painting discovered
The New York Times: Amsterdam’s Van Gogh museum has unveiled a newly-discovered painting by the Dutch artist Vincent Van Gogh, the first major canvas of the artist’s work that has been found since 1928.
The work, titled ‘Sunset at Montmajour,’ was painted in Arles in 1888 during a period that is considered to be the height of Van Gogh’s career.
Photo: Axel Ruger, left, director of the Van Gogh Museum, and Louis van Tilborgh, right, a senior researcher, unveil ‘Sunset at Montmajour’ (Peter Dejong/Associated Press)
This is kind of a big deal…
June 7th, 1942: Edward Hopper completes his best known painting, the seminal Nighthawks. When asked by a Chicago Tribute reporter about the philosophical meaning behind the diner having no clearly visible exits Hopper responded, “Shit. Fuck. I did it again. Goddamnit. Fuck. Not again. I did it again. Shit.” and slammed his hat on his leg.
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I fucking laughed so hard at this all artists are hilarious
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