Sometimes I just start sobbing because I miss how my life used to be so much, the farther I look back the harder I cry. I miss being in school and living at my mom’s. That comforting feeling of home doesn’t come in any form like living with my mom did. And Lucy being there, my friends who can still be at their parents are so lucky, they have no idea how good they have it.
My whole life these days is sticking needles in my arm to stop the intense physical pain I’m undergoing, and then emotional pain. The only true comfort I find is in my spoon rig or the arms of my girlfriend.
And I just feel so hopeless like I’ll never be able to have a life like that again, like for now on I’m going to sleep in empty trap houses with no furniture, or food, or money. Like its as if living any other life is impossible because I don’t remember how to normally function in society. The only reason I’m .it homeless right now is because my friend is just letting me live here, but then what?
It’s just hard holding back and stuffing down all the pain I’ve felt over the last year or so, almost everything has left that meant something, I try to be strong and grin and bare it because I know that’s what’s right and I need to be there.for the people who I care about, I need to be strong for them so they don’t feel as utterly hopeless as me, I’m sure they do though.
In the end its all my.fault, I’ve fucked my whole life off, for dope and good times. Now what…
Having sex in the morning, your love was foreign to me
It made me think maybe human is not such a bad thing to be
But I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked
It’s such a stubborn reminder one perfect night’s not enough
EyeHateGod - Anxiety Hangover
life looks good with you around.
I wake up
at four in the morning
and taste smoke
in the back of my throat.
I swear to god,
you’re still burning
somewhere inside me.
ILLUMINATED CODE FROM SPACE
Bioartis Haari Tesla (behance) - "Macrocosm and microcosm is an ancient Greek Neo-Platonic schema of seeing the same patterns reproduced in all levels of the cosmos, from the largest scale (macrocosm or universe-level) all the way down to the smallest scale (microcosm or sub-sub-atomic or even metaphysical-level). In the system the midpoint is Man, who summarizes thecosmos." - I was doing some researches and I found experiment with miniatures of space so I decided to try my own. The result has been nebulae, galaxies and supernovae transformed into microorganism.
Look, guys, I’m getting a little tired of seeing this. The top photo has been floating around tumblr with the caption: “Urban Druid performing spirit sorcery in park, around year 1900.”
No. No. No. A million times no.
See that second picture? That’s the original. It was taken by Cor Jaring in 1960s Amersterdam. It was part of a protest. It has to do with environmentalism, not druidic rituals (though I can appreciate the potential for overlap). Behold the cows in the background of what most certainly is not a park. Everything about the caption is wrong.
Some troll just cropped the photo and put a clever filter on it, and y’all fell for it. *golf clap*