The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
The lark’s is a clarion call,
And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute,
But I love him best of all.
For his song is all of the joy of life,
And we in the mad spring weather,
We two have listened till he sang
Our hearts and lips together.
“salvation lies within”
done by bryan chalmers in reno. photo by pete briones
(Source: fuckyeahtattoos)
It’s 1:42 in the morning and I barely just got home about ten minutes ago. As of right now, I am nothing more than just a lump of mixed emotions. My mind is exhausted and my body is sore from all the walking I had to do today in the city. But being very blunt, I had a shitty weekend. The only interesting things I can recall about these past three days is that I tried sea urchin(never again), discovered new parts of the city which I love, fck’d up, met many new people networking, learned a new style of painting, walked over fifteen miles in a day, and smoked a lot believing it make me feel better.
I honestly don’t know how I should be feeling right now but what I do know is that, I did not regret one bit of it, but that I’ve only learned.
It’s a busy week ahead of me and I can’t let my emotions get the best of me right now. With that said, thank you Fernando for the Black. I need this.
adjective:
(of relations between people)
*Having a spirit of friendliness; without serious disagreement or rancor.*
Friendly; in an amicable manner; characterized by an absence of antagonism, especially in commonly difficult situations.
