Cumulus Clouds

About myself

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To each there comes in their lifetime a special moment when they are figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered the chance to do a very special thing, unique to them and fitted to their talents. What a tragedy if that moment finds them unprepared or unqualified for that which could have been their finest hour.

― Winston Churchill (via psych-quotes)

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Breathtakingly Stunning😍

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All these fit and sexy black people
I have no business even attempting to run with them this morning
These people are like, actual athletes
I thought this 5k was for fun
Wtf man
I’ve been bamboozled

Straight on the computer with just some headphones. Experimenting. Need to get fluid.

Posted 6 days ago

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To invent your own life’s meaning is not easy, but it’s still allowed, and I think you’ll be happier for the trouble.

— ― Bill Watterson (via psych-quotes)

Impossible to look directly into
anothers eyes. Impossible to look
into your own. You read the dense book
of being like a document you flick through.

Eyes, even an inch apart, are blurs,
clouds, like the concept of yesterday
which has an entity you sometimes stray
into beyond the limits of his and hers,

The unknown: the roughest of the rough guides,
and all it says is: youre here, youd better make
the best of it. You entered by mistake
and so you’ll leave. Its what the route map hides

and languages obscure, the magnetic pull
of all you ever see of the beautiful.

But I have seen the beautiful. I know
its contours and the rough guide it provides
is blissfully specific: the hand that rides
the ridge of the collarbone or moves along the brow,

the perfect form of momentary light
in this line or another. Its what Blake
saw at the top of the stair, the terrible earthquake
at the root of the flesh we think of as delight.

Its what you see when you shut your eyes and see,
the angel with the whip or a flaming sword
that burns your eyes down to the spinal cord,
the shit, blood, semen smell of mortality

you get used to because it follows you
everywhere and is both beautiful and true.

— ROUGH GUIDE/ George Szirtes (via crookednose)

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Chris Arundel

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