Nostalgic

We long for past things because we’ve had them before. Yesterday is a point of reference so it is safe to us.”It’s done, I did it”, we say. It provides a sense of accomplishment. Makes us proud and even puts us at ease because we have overcome a frame of time.

Today. We can’t be as confident about today because it is still in progress. There’s nothing to compare it to except yesterday.

Tomorrow is the optimist. It’s always coming and will never be late. Mysterious. Intriguing. Just too darn perfect to be true. Or to be promised.

...but good ol’ yesterday. Gone but never forgotten. Maybe that's why we get stuck there.

Flexin before church. Thugs love God too😁 lol (Taken with Instagram)

Music is a hidden arithmetic exercise of the soul, which doesn’t know that it is counting.

~ Gottfried Wilhelm von Leibniz (via vanachexfortune)

Huh? (Taken with Instagram)

vintageblackglamour:

Michael.

I like my Michael with a wide nose.

Pitch and Paint

I tried to convince someone as stubborn as me that I wasn’t stubborn. It was just as successful as composing a symphony for the deaf and asking if the strings were in tune or painting a picture for the blind in their favorite color. Maybe it wasn’t a matter of stubbornness, just two souls who won’t hear or see the other side of things because we weren’t equipped to. One day I’ll hand over my paint brush and pass my instrument over and let them demonstrate their artistry to me. Until then…I’m not stubborn because I SAID SO!

meloxtra:

GOD