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Such a magnificent sky, and it's nothing but white paper! ... Never use pure white; it doesn't exist in nature. ... Renoir said once that nothing was so difficult, and at the same time so exciting, to paint, as white on white. ... Put variety in white. ... Working in white makes people look into it. call white the most powerful non-color; it's clean, optimistic, powerful." "I feel safe in white because deep down inside, I'm an angel." "God paints in many colors; but he never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when he paints in white." "I have said that black has it all.The Quote: "Color is a power which directly influences the soul." The Takeaway: Color can affect people's emotions. Yellow breeds ... ©Joo Charu #ArjunLaila #colour#ColoursOfLife #white_nowadays

Such a magnificent sky, and it's nothing but white paper! ... Never use pure white; it doesn't exist in nature. ... Renoir said once that nothing was so difficult, and at the same time so exciting, to paint, as white on white. ... Put variety in white. ... Working in white makes people look into it. call white the most powerful non-color; it's clean, optimistic, powerful." "I feel safe in white because deep down inside, I'm an angel." "God paints in many colors; but he never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when he paints in white." "I have said that black has it all.The Quote: "Color is a power which directly influences the soul." The Takeaway: Color can affect people's emotions. Yellow breeds ... ©Joo Charu #ArjunLaila #colour#ColoursOfLife #white_nowadays

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if my heart were a pronoun~ if my heart were a pronoun, ( which it's clearly not) i'd cling onto her saree and not leave, until i get my favourite toy in my hands at the mall. if my heart were a pronoun, ( which it's clearly not) i'd steal pennies from his wallet and put it back on the shelf, just as if i never knew. // caption // // if my heart were a pronoun // if my heart were a pronoun, ( which it's clearly not) i'd cling onto her saree and not leave, until i get my favourite toy in my hands at the mall.

if my heart were a pronoun~ if my heart were a pronoun, ( which it's clearly not) i'd cling onto her saree and not leave, until i get my favourite toy in my hands at the mall. if my heart were a pronoun, ( which it's clearly not) i'd steal pennies from his wallet and put it back on the shelf, just as if i never knew. // caption // // if my heart were a pronoun // if my heart were a pronoun, ( which it's clearly not) i'd cling onto her saree and not leave, until i get my favourite toy in my hands at the mall.

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scarletchinsley nowhere but here. no one but you.

scarletchinsley nowhere but here. no one but you.

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How Not To Love Adopt a passing cloud and make him oil his bald head in order to grow hair. So everytime the oil drips down, you'll be reminded how we have rain and acid rain but no oil rain, and how, in the same way, we love or don't love, there's no not loving in this life, so long as, you become a friend to your cloud, more than a parent. let us ______ #theunsungquill #poetry #hownottolove #white_nowadays

How Not To Love Adopt a passing cloud and make him oil his bald head in order to grow hair. So everytime the oil drips down, you'll be reminded how we have rain and acid rain but no oil rain, and how, in the same way, we love or don't love, there's no not loving in this life, so long as, you become a friend to your cloud, more than a parent. let us ______ #theunsungquill #poetry #hownottolove #white_nowadays

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scarletchinsley it lingers like bad perfume, you can run but only so far~ #theunsungquill #poetry #white_nowadays #rainagain ;) ❤️

scarletchinsley it lingers like bad perfume, you can run but only so far~ #theunsungquill #poetry #white_nowadays #rainagain ;) ❤️

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Some of us wear our hearts on our sleeves. Others, on our collars. So, when we forget to fold our sleeves upwards and get it stained, some of us, finally do it then and the others don't, still. But, either way, the damage is done. The war, commenced. And that's how we learn to recognise people through the colour of their clothes, with no glasses but a falling eyesight. don't tell me you know it when you don't. :) #theunsungquill #poetry #white_nowadays

Some of us wear our hearts on our sleeves. Others, on our collars. So, when we forget to fold our sleeves upwards and get it stained, some of us, finally do it then and the others don't, still. But, either way, the damage is done. The war, commenced. And that's how we learn to recognise people through the colour of their clothes, with no glasses but a falling eyesight. don't tell me you know it when you don't. :) #theunsungquill #poetry #white_nowadays

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| promised peace | paper peace collapses now and then, in pieces of snow and hail. I collect the ones on the verge of melting, so that, I can say I saw peace flying away from my hands and I couldn't stop it from going. and that's how I'll know what's it like to knit no war and yet be ripped off clothing in cold. — % & #justlikethatpoems #white_nowadays #theunsungquill #poetry

| promised peace | paper peace collapses now and then, in pieces of snow and hail. I collect the ones on the verge of melting, so that, I can say I saw peace flying away from my hands and I couldn't stop it from going. and that's how I'll know what's it like to knit no war and yet be ripped off clothing in cold. — % & #justlikethatpoems #white_nowadays #theunsungquill #poetry

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The spot at which our paths do meet is a tangled bush of tulips and hydrangeas. How is it that you know, every time I pass your street, that your reminder comes rushing to me but only for a while. And then, subsides, forming ripples in my heart's creek. And I think that's what love does. It gives you reasons to make and break, to crack and fake, to fall and soar, to slip and pour, never really asking why or how. — % & how and why. #theunsungquill #poetry #white_nowadays

The spot at which our paths do meet is a tangled bush of tulips and hydrangeas. How is it that you know, every time I pass your street, that your reminder comes rushing to me but only for a while. And then, subsides, forming ripples in my heart's creek. And I think that's what love does. It gives you reasons to make and break, to crack and fake, to fall and soar, to slip and pour, never really asking why or how. — % & how and why. #theunsungquill #poetry #white_nowadays

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Wrapping my arms around the winter air, there's a tickle in my left palm. And it doesn't go. The warmth from the dark edges melts, seeps and deposits in the roots of my arm hair and I do not do not wish to let go but the tickling gets stronger. And it's hard to hold on when the home that you never knew existed begins to rupture. So I abandon the winter that held me tightly to surrender to knitted katydids and mosses and fishes and flowers who stand on the far edge, like a foster mother, throwing sweaters at me in the name of parenting while I stand shivering, praying. For if there were no floor, then should all falls be named a flight?— % & If there were no good, should all crimes be called kindness? #theunsungquill #poetry #white_nowadays #aesthetics

Wrapping my arms around the winter air, there's a tickle in my left palm. And it doesn't go. The warmth from the dark edges melts, seeps and deposits in the roots of my arm hair and I do not do not wish to let go but the tickling gets stronger. And it's hard to hold on when the home that you never knew existed begins to rupture. So I abandon the winter that held me tightly to surrender to knitted katydids and mosses and fishes and flowers who stand on the far edge, like a foster mother, throwing sweaters at me in the name of parenting while I stand shivering, praying. For if there were no floor, then should all falls be named a flight?— % & If there were no good, should all crimes be called kindness? #theunsungquill #poetry #white_nowadays #aesthetics