A vent drawing inspired by the man that hurt me! Thank you for doing that to me boy! :/
Not finished with it yet, still working out details. Might post the finished product later.
(It’s a tiger and a red panda if it’s to hard to tell, tiger obviously represents the one I once loved and the red panda at the bottom represents me.)
so hard that you almost feel like you are in the past again. Like all the hard work you’ve done to be a better person to have a better life just to end up right back at the bottom. This depression is eating away at me and it is truly agonizing I’ve gone such a long time without feeling suicidal. But yet some how I find myself wishing that I could just disappear and be done with life. I’m destined to be alone and I’m mortified by that because I know it’s true. I am so fucked up mentally and emotionally and every other way […]
“Latterly during the loneliness in which he found himself as he lay facing the back of the sofa, a loneliness in the midst of a populous town and surrounded by numerous acquaintances and relations but that yet could not have been more complete—either at the bottom of the sea or under the earth—during that terrible loneliness Ivan Ilyich had lived only in memories of the past. Pictures of his past rose before him one after another. They always began with what was nearest in time and then went back to what was most remote—to his childhood—and rested there.”
-Leo Tolstoy (The Death of Ivan Ilyich)
This exactly […]
I took a nap and had a scary dream. I was in New York City and it was 9/11 , 2001 and I was standing at the bottom and just started running away because I saw the trade center start to come down and I just saw everyone scream and running with me and sirens every where .Holy shit it was so scary. I’m feeling wierd right now because it really makes me angry that like thousands of people died . All these terrorist attacks even today are like out of control. Isis in Paris … Apparently they are in my state Virginia targeting at […]
I quit my job thinking i would be able to make something for myself. of myself. that i would be able to use what i create to support myself. now i see. i cant do this. i cant cope with being alone with my thoughts. i was just on another fucking high. and now i have crashed. i wish i could really see this up down fucking bollocks for what it is… it’s so obvious when i’m coming down, but every time i come up i genuinely believe that this time its forever, everything is better, everything is good. its bullshit. i ALWAYS fall back […]
So, does the question remain
Ah, sweet melody
I need to study, to talk about my life
So we can put the puzzle together
The daredevil night, my heart sinks at the bottom
I will do that needs to be done
To maybe someday, you’ll see
Falling down to be
My heart sinks to the bottom
Like the raining sky
I will go far away, and bring everything back
The music is not over
Permaculture
Little brother and Minotaur
And my best friend, his name, is Mecton
And he’s got two Pythons and likes candy and he’s my homie
Walking back together, thrashed by the […]
Anchor, at the bottom of the world
Dispute undefeated eternally
Who is it now that guides me
That nobody sees
Everything
Drumming
My brother, Industriousness
I love you
I go, where nobody sees
My Uncle, the Pig
So I’ve been seeing someone to help straighten me out. I’m not sure he understands fully. I have a plan, and a am willing to go through with this. I was waiting to see if things got better. My anxiety has somewhat. I should be thankful for that. I still just find relief in completing the plan. I don’t think it will mean anything for anyone. Even he said no one would give a crap. No kidding. It’s not for anyone else though. Just for me. The only thing I’ve truly ever done for myself. I am waiting patiently. I don’t have a date. I just […]
I want to fly off the side of one of these beautiful mountains cause Neverland lies at the bottom and for a brief moment I’ll remember what it feels like to be free.
So what… Keep trying, uh? The story must begin with a crew. The “bebop” genre description describes it all fully well. I don’t know exactly how it goes…. somewhere along outside the box, but not really. But anyway, as I’ve mentioned, I am here seeking the ‘Pilgrimage’, becoming my tribal name of faith. A tribal, that’s what it’s suppose to be about. Me and my own one in a million, fated. I read elsewhere how like… Wiccan is referred to as a way of life, which then made more sense to me, based, on the living myth.
Oblivious. A suffering fetus. Mother, cow, a celestial mind. […]
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