Raining in Eternity/落雨喺永

fuckyeahglasgow:

The McLennan Arch - Glasgow Green
When the Assembly Rooms, designed by James and Robert Adam, were demolished in 1890, the arch that formed the centrepiece of the building was reconstructed and sited at the western end of Monteith Row in 1892 at the expense of James McLennan, it was then moved again in 1922 to the west edge of the Green facing Charlotte Street. In 1991 it was moved again to its present position facing the Old High Court in the Saltmarket. It is now known as “The McLennan Arch”

The McLennan Arch - Glasgow Green

When the Assembly Rooms, designed by James and Robert Adam, were demolished in 1890, the arch that formed the centrepiece of the building was reconstructed and sited at the western end of Monteith Row in 1892 at the expense of James McLennan, it was then moved again in 1922 to the west edge of the Green facing Charlotte Street. In 1991 it was moved again to its present position facing the Old High Court in the Saltmarket. It is now known as “The McLennan Arch”

tumblrtoons:

http://teamcoco.com/moca/gallery/illustration/13337/america-y-all-need-to-watch

Holy Crap guys! Go like my Conan fan art!!!!

I randomly submitted some Conan O’Brien fan art a few days ago and they chose it for their online gallery! You should go “LIKE” it, if you got a couple of seconds to kill!

Thanks! I’d totally appreciate it!

tiredly excited!

<3 :)

-Jeaux

UPDATE: HOLY SHIZ, I JUST MADE THE TUMBLR RADAR!!! AND MY CAPS LOCK IS ON! SORRY! THANKS NEW TUMBLRTOON PAL FOLLOWERS & TUMBLR RADAR GUARDIANS! :)

Updated Update: unreal. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll kindly go and pick up my jaw from the floor now. Many thanks Team Coco!!!

fuckyeahhkfood:

Spicy tomatoes and green pepper with poached eggs baked with house fries n sausages (Green Waffles Diner -HK, Sheung Wan)

A Quatrain I wrote.

I

Light streams through the worn, wooden blinds. The morning breeze is aloof. Through my window she drifts And with her long fingertips, my face she brushes. The choking smell of exhaust, clawing at the walls of my room; Spewing from the blackened mufflers, hanging off of rusty tailgates. Their rattling through the air; shaking; through the window-panes.

II

The grass draping the wind-swept plains, dances in the sunlight. The river flowing; dotted with pale stones, reverberates with birdcall And the smell of hyssop and lavender. The mountains; loom in the distance Wearing skirts of cherry blossom and yew. Dew drops, born and die. Crystal and nothing. The solid boughs of the trees, standing still, their leaves rustled by the gentle tempest.

III

The hard blue sky; uncompromised and plain, Hanging over the yellow harvested wheat fields. The rusted, iron sickle has cut you. Balls of dandelion seeds Drift aimlessly, as the smell of fresh chopped cottonwood wafts Through this monotony of fields. The rusted trucks carry bales of new wheat Over dirt roads into the horizon and disappear.

IV

Noon; Suits scuttle out of office buildings and skyscrapers onto the Colourless street; Black and gray, lined with sickly plants and crumpled Soft drink cans; overflowing litter bins and dusty newspapers. Trampled feet And the shouts and cries that I can’t understand; Motorcycles and loud cars cut through The thick air like chainsaws; A labyrinth of alleyways and criss-cross streets. Whispering Loudly, through the green, glass bottles on the curb.