legends always die hard

you can get a taste for loneliness; or perhaps it isn't loneliness that you get a taste for- perhaps it's emptiness. yes. that's it. you can become addicted to the way it makes your stomach feel, the way it makes your heart feel- the lack of something proves that nothing exists to overthink nothing to underthink nothing to cry over no hurricanes to run from nothing nothing nothing.
oh yes. one can become addicted.
  • I'm sorry okay I'm sorry I'm an anxious piece of worthless shit

trencly:

tips on how to properly enter my room:

  1. do not

misscokebottleglasses:

I think I realized a while ago that I will never be a great musician. Or a great writer. Or a great actor. Or a great academic. Or a great poet. Or a great speaker. Or a great artist. Or a great leader. Or a great follower. Or a great partner. Or a great mother. Or a great anything. And I think that’s what will inevitably be my downfall—I will never be great. I have a soul that yearns for greatness and adventure, but I am a jack-of-all-trades and a master of none. A gypsy soul trapped in the body of a person who can’t do what her heart tells her to. They say that geniuses always die too young, and I think that’s true. It is the mediocre that are doomed to trudge this earth until their lives end without ever having added any spark to the cosmos. So what, then, is the point? Why scrape along, never feeling passion breathe fire through your veins, or worse, feeling that passion burn you deeply, but never being able to find an outlet through which you can release it?

misscokebottleglasses:

I think I realized a while ago that I will never be a great musician. Or a great writer. Or a great actor. Or a great academic. Or a great poet. Or a great speaker. Or a great artist. Or a great leader. Or a great follower. Or a great partner. Or a great mother. Or a great anything. And I think that’s what will inevitably be my downfall—I will never be great. I have a soul that yearns for greatness and adventure, but I am a jack-of-all-trades and a master of none. A gypsy soul trapped in the body of a person who can’t do what her heart tells her to. They say that geniuses always die too young, and I think that’s true. It is the mediocre that are doomed to trudge this earth until their lives end without ever having added any spark to the cosmos. So what, then, is the point? Why scrape along, never feeling passion breathe fire through your veins, or worse, feeling that passion burn you deeply, but never being able to find an outlet through which you can release it?

menjizen:

Visual Communication first project: combining two contrasting objects together. I made a mini series based on the theme ‘Adulthood vs Childhood’. or maybe I should call it “clash of different intoxicating things ” I love this multi-themed creation.

menjizen:

Visual Communication first project: combining two contrasting objects together. I made a mini series based on the theme ‘Adulthood vs Childhood’. or maybe I should call it “clash of different intoxicating things ” I love this multi-themed creation.

I just completely destroyed a friendship and it was a pretty great thing tbh. I’m both proud of myself and a little sad.

acne-a:

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acne-a:

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