Pedro Andrade

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thisisurheichouspeaking:

Art dump part 4
okay story time
so my art teacher assigned us to do a chalk pastel still life of fruits n shit and I was like “no”
so I drew a banana instead.
and my teacher came by like “you need to have more than one fruit in your still life”
so I was like “k”
and so I put that cherry on top of the banana and titled it “Banana Split Without The Ice Cream Because Life Is Full Of Disappointments: By Fall Out Boy" and I turned that shit in.
My art teacher just started laughing out loud in the middle of class
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thisisurheichouspeaking:

Art dump part 4

okay story time

so my art teacher assigned us to do a chalk pastel still life of fruits n shit and I was like “no”

so I drew a banana instead.

and my teacher came by like “you need to have more than one fruit in your still life”

so I was like “k”

and so I put that cherry on top of the banana and titled it “Banana Split Without The Ice Cream Because Life Is Full Of Disappointments: By Fall Out Boy" and I turned that shit in.

My art teacher just started laughing out loud in the middle of class

(via birooksun)

A sailor and his trusty mate.

Sailing the blue infinity throughout the night, longing for home.

The stars shimmered but with no direction.

The waves crashed but with no clues.

The moon stared but with no help.

With great force, the sailor screamed to the sky, cursing God.

Why had he done this to him, why did life appear meaningless?

Everything he had heard in tales as a young boy,

The man lost at sea, guided by heaven’s stars

guided by poseidon’s waves

guided by selene’s moon

his life had come to this

this whirlpool of darkness and confusion never to be led on the right path

Where does he go, where does he hide?

His mate sit there, staring not saying a word.

"Where must I go, tell me.

Tell me so I can see you.

The ocean is nothing a brave heart can’t trek.

Our lives are all sailors lost at sea but given purpose by what we pour our hearts into

We sail endlessly to nowhere, 

no predisposed ideas of the guiding moon, the illuminating stars, or humming waves will save us.

However as I stare at you, I long for you.

You are what gives my sea a north star.

You are the current to every motion in the water below.

You are the rays of light the moon sends down.

I know this because your memory lay like a wisp of heat over my soul.

dragging it when i’m tired, holding it when i’m sad”

He sets a piece of parchment on the table beside him

as he runs his fingers softly over the tear-stained letters written

"Goodnight dearest friend, we will sail the seas until we meet again."

and with that, he blew out his lantern and tucked the letter next to his heart.