That's because artists are acutely sensitive to the external influences in their lives, including the moods, sounds, pictures, people, and events, causing them to be subconsciously resonating with their surroundings. There's a reason why people say "Ignorance is a bliss" Artists tend to have a keen eye for the smallest details.
When you feel it's hopeless When you think that you lost, I will take your hand and We'll rise up from the dust, Here we go go go Let us heal and grow You won't be alone We're unstoppable Don't be afraid to show What we're going for This is what we know Here we come back to life, we're still breathing Standing up, everybody's gonna see it Oh all you need to know is that we're holding on Even if we fall we will rise up And we follow the path that we believe in No we're not gonna stop until we reach it Oh all you need to know is that we're holding on We rise up from the dust and claim our throne We rise up from the dust and claim our throneRise up- TheFatRat
Through a long and painful process, I've learned that happiness is an inside job ,not based on anything or anyone in the outer material world. I've become a different and better person ....not perfect, but still a work in progress.
I cannot fathom into constellations. Please explain me 😐
"My thoughts are stars, I cannot fathom into constellation." is basically a dialogue of a character named Augustus from a novel/movie FAULT IN OUR STARS. If you dig deeper into the meaning of what he's actually trying to say is that he knows what he's thinking, he knows what he wants to say but he can't string the words into a sentence. His thoughts are scattered like stars in the vast night sky, shining through, but he can't seem to give it a picture, a composition, or a shape. In short he has too much to say but no words to describe how he actually feels :)
Are you a seasonal change?? Bec we have to take precautionary measures while dealing with you otherwise a single negligence can result in a mishap for us ✌
No one knows how anyone feels No one has completely and actually felt what anyone else has felt in their life time. Often, we say, “I know how you feel,” but do we, really? We feel emotions at varying levels and no one can ever know how you truly feel at the moment. The ones you love cannot accurately discern how much you love them and the ones you don’t like have no avenue to know just how much you dislike them. All these emotions, all these feelings roiling within you and you cannot communicate them to others in a manner that they can understand just how deeply you feel is a little screwed-up, to be honest.