Coleture Concept

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I'm a young student focusing on Archaeology. Anthropology. Journalism. & Photography. Let's try and find greatness in absence.

I am not Cole Sprouse nor am I pretending to be. This is a blog dedicated to the preservation of 100% of the content previously found on coletureconcept, before he deleted. It was created on 11/17. I have reblogged/reposted all of the posts including questions. I reblogged whenever possible. If Tumblr didn't let me, I reposted. Enjoy this blog. Click here for transcripts of cole's audio.


i-want-to-slap-u asked: Do you and Dylan have the same penis sizes???? I must know.


Answer:

yeah i’m not cole.

— 1 year ago with 43 notes
#punching-children666 

This is the final final post. It just had to be said.

— 1 year ago with 1574 notes
#coletureconcept  #dick move 
jazinkblot asked: THANKS FOR THIS. it makes me feel like cole is still here on tumblr :D


Answer:

Me too. This is the final question I am posting. Feel free to submit theories as to why he deleted though. I’ll put them on a separate page. Thanks for following. Cole we miss you.

— 1 year ago with 24 notes
#jazinkblot  #answer  #coletureconcept 
handsomenamja asked: You're an angel, all of tumblr is in your debt. we love you.


Answer:

Thank you i love you too. This blog will be here and stay here forever. I won’t delete it.

— 1 year ago with 23 notes
#handsomenamja  #answer  #coletureconcept 
Anonymous asked: Are you in fact Cole? And all you are doing is trying to judge our reactions like one big experiment? How did you even get this url?


Answer:

I am not Cole. When I saw his post on my dashboard that he was going to delete his blog, I made a new tumblr and grabbed this URL, because I saw it wasn’t taken. I then loaded all of his posts so that I could reblog them. I reblogged the first ones and then tumblr wouldn’t let me reblog anymore, because he was gone at that point. So I posted screenshots/ reposted all of the remainder of his posts.

So they’re all here. Including all the tags HE wrote. It took a lot of time and effort to repost them all but I think it’s worth it.

Cole’s blog might be gone but his spirit isn’t. His posts are all here in entirety, that way the beauty of all that he has written can stay on tumblr. That’s all.

Message me for my main blog if you are wondering. I’m happy to give it out to anyone.

Any other responses will be answered privately and I will not be posting here in the future.

This is Cole’s archive, a collection of all of his posts. Enjoy

— 1 year ago with 51 notes
#Anonymous  #answer  #coletureconcept 
That was the final coletureconcept post?

This blog has 500 followers already. that’s great.  edit: almost 2k/ 2.25K/ 3.7K/ 5.6K

Feel free to post your thoughts about his deletion in here or in my ask box. Be aware, I have posted 3 questions after this. And I’m not going to post any more. This blog will remain an archive, unupdated for cole’s blog. Since he hasn’t posted new things, I can’t either. So it will stay just like this. Enjoy. 

ALSO: I AM NOT COLE. I DON’T KNOW COLE. I’VE NEVER SPOKEN TO HIM. EVER. 

(Source: coletureconceptarchive)

— 1 year ago with 67 notes
#coletureconcept 


So my goal for this website was accomplished.  I got all the information that I needed and now I’m deleting this account.  Thanks to all who watched, read, and listened, I hope that in some small way my words carried weight. 
The next time you see or hear from me I will, most definitely, be a changed man. 
Before I go I’ll answer a question that people keep asking about my ring.  My ring is the skull of a chameleon.
The chameleon can see everything that happens around it.  Constantly aware of its environ, the small reptile changes color depending on the situation it enters.  Its very special form of adaptation is one I try to mimic, every time I enter a space I try to become aware of what I step into and change my color accordingly.  The way I move, feel, argue, and all the discourse of my life, changes in order to succeed within that space.  This adaptation to environmental and social pressure will allow me to succeed, much like Darwin had so brilliantly noted. You take a role and embrace it, but know that you arenever whole, and those who fall in love with you or otherwise fall for your performance, not you, for you is never constant. 
My life is lokinous, but there are many levels to deceit, and cheating is only frowned upon when you’re caught.  So goodbye and remember that the next time you see or hear from me I will, most definitely, be a changed man.

So my goal for this website was accomplished.  I got all the information that I needed and now I’m deleting this account.  Thanks to all who watched, read, and listened, I hope that in some small way my words carried weight. 

The next time you see or hear from me I will, most definitely, be a changed man. 

Before I go I’ll answer a question that people keep asking about my ring.  My ring is the skull of a chameleon.

The chameleon can see everything that happens around it.  Constantly aware of its environ, the small reptile changes color depending on the situation it enters.  Its very special form of adaptation is one I try to mimic, every time I enter a space I try to become aware of what I step into and change my color accordingly.  The way I move, feel, argue, and all the discourse of my life, changes in order to succeed within that space.  This adaptation to environmental and social pressure will allow me to succeed, much like Darwin had so brilliantly noted. You take a role and embrace it, but know that you arenever whole, and those who fall in love with you or otherwise fall for your performance, not you, for you is never constant. 

My life is lokinous, but there are many levels to deceit, and cheating is only frowned upon when you’re caught.  So goodbye and remember that the next time you see or hear from me I will, most definitely, be a changed man.

(via thinkspeakstress)

— 1 year ago with 18135 notes
#coletureconcept  #good show old bean  #cole  #cole sprouse 
"Why am I awake?"
All of tumblr

(Source: coletureconceptarchive)

— 1 year ago with 122 notes
#tumblr  #quote 

How can one discern the real form of one’s shadow?  Does he wait, until the brightest time of day, when the sun is directly in his zenith and his shadow is but a small oval?  Perhaps when the sun blinds him at an angle and his shadow takes a form larger than he, dwarfing his own fleshy build.  Maybe his most suitable footprint is not his own, but the footprint of those identical to him.  Perhaps the only way to escape the absorbency of the pulsing sun is to hide in the shadow of someone else.  All Light casts shadows, and while these shadows all change and twist their forms, they all share one thing in common; they are forced to live in the darkness of their symbiotic partner.  So it seems only appropriate when you live as a shadow that you hide like a troglodyte, perpetually keeping yourself at opposition with the source of light, crying out when the sun seeks to find you.

I suppose some shadows do not wish to be such.  Striving for individuality within a world fated to try and keep it from them.  Some might yearn to partake in the joys of photosynthesis and try to bend away from the objects blocking their path to the source; unaware that in order to change shape, to grow, to break away, they depend on the very thing they are attached to, oblivious to the fact that the shadow requires its partner to change and grow before it can. 

What can truly become of a person or thing when it’s never seen?  Does it become a specter, simply haunting its host? Does it pull the host back? Ground him?  Keep him from flight?  Reveal to him that he is only human, forced to live within the same trapping that binds all other mortals: To be behind the sun rather than beyond it.

The shadow bearer is left with three paths to choose from, all of equal importance and different morality.  To embrace his parasitic shadow, comforting himself with its existence, turning his back to the sun and facing the shade, keeping from turning towards the light.  He can stand within the shade of a different object, eliminating his own shadow and living his life within the form of another.  Or he can keep looking towards the sun, consciously turning from the presence of the stalking darkness, but ignoring the desperation, movements, and pleas of the wraith. 

When you are born into a body that takes the image of another, you ask yourself a question much like the famous “chicken and egg” conundrum.  Do you take the form of he or does he take the form of you?  The answer became a needed justification of superiority, capable of transforming you into the host or into the guest. 

My brother, my twin, a full moon’s light may pale in comparison to the sun, and perhaps the moon is simply reflecting the light given to it by its host, but I will work with what is given to me and try to illuminate the lives of those who prefer the night.

(Source: coletureconceptarchive, via lukerobertfrost)

— 1 year ago with 2496 notes
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