right-wing man who apparently thinks wet p-word is a medical condition. regularly humiliates himself in the public eye. (see: wap)
biggest free to use video streaming platform, released in 2005. originally started as a dating website, failed catastrophically, and was bought by google 18 months after its initial launch to become the massive video sharing platform it is today
i miss you.
missing a friend.
a celestial object that is at a fixed point in the sky and luminous by means of burning gases and nuclear fusion and fission.
a sprawling city with a gorgeous skyline. home to little new york, the strip, and many beautiful shopping centers. very, very hot... image
the superior music app
i love you.
(turkish: ayasofya) a cathedral built in the 6th century in modern-day istanbul, turkey. constructed under the direction of byzantine emperor justinian i, it is considered one of, if not the most significant byzantine monuments. it stands today as a symbol of the religious developments that have taken place throughout the ages in this city. presenting elements of both islam and christianity alike, it started as an orthodox christian temple and was converted to a muslim mosque after the ottoman conquest in 1543. it was converted to a museum and named a unesco world heritage site in 1934, and has since been converted back to a mosque.
1904-1991. most widely known as dr. seuss. beloved children’s poet, storyteller, illustrator, and much more. well-known works are the grinch who stole christmas and the cat in the hat. some stories and comics are known for their harsher political undertones associated with the 2nd world war and other significant historical events.
frustrated. what am i doing wrong?
i leant upon a coppice gate
when frost was spectre-grey,
and winter's dregs made desolate
the weakening eye of day.
the tangled bine-stems scored the sky
like strings of broken lyres,
and all mankind that haunted nigh
had sought their household fires.
the land's sharp features seemed to be
the century's corpse outleant,
his crypt the cloudy canopy,
the wind his death-lament.
the ancient pulse of germ and birth
was shrunken hard and dry,
and every spirit upon earth
seemed fervourless as i.
at once a voice arose among
the bleak twigs overhead
in a full-hearted evensong
of joy illimited;
an aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
in blast-beruffled plume,
had chosen thus to fling his soul
upon the growing gloom.
so little cause for carolings
of such ecstatic sound
was written on terrestrial things
afar or nigh around,
that i could think there trembled through
his happy good-night air
some blessed hope, whereof he knew
and i was unaware
thomas hardy the darkling thrush
love can mean so many things. it could mean the little jump in your heart when their name pops up in your notifications. it can mean your willingness and desire to please them in every way possible. it can mean the outpouring of support for that special friend. it can mean the smile that creeps across your face when you think of that one text, moment, conversation. sometimes it can be the way your heart aches because you’re stuck between two. sometimes it can be the wandering imagination of a lonely moment.
love seems to be the most complicated thing in the universe, and i’ve studied the universe.