an infinite wellwe are but an insignificant blip in the static noise, a tiny vortex in the sea we collectively call reality.an infinite well
human history proceeded for millennia before we came into existence, and it will no doubt continue the same way when we leave. the things we worked so hard to achieve and the legacies we hoped to leave behind will, one by one, be forgotten or superseded by others more accomplished than us.
everybody wants to make a difference, but the truth is that none of us can do it alone, and together our chances are not much better. for every person trying to influence the world in one direction, there is another person w
feverish futilityswimming in cliches and recycling love songs, changing the names but spinning the same stories again and again.feverish futility
drawing parallels and connecting dots, searching for fragments of patterns, vehemently denying that life is unpredictable and chaotic.
chasing down possibilities with feverish futility, escalating up rocky peaks and dashing off sheer cliffs, parachuting all the way down before running around the mountain and starting it all over.
throwing pragmatism out the window, laughing in the face of rationality, ignoring impossible circumstances, clinging to microstrands of hope that may or may not actual
brilliancei thought love was dead. i went to her funeral last friday. afterwards i packed up all the colors (deep red bright yellow soft blue) in neat little labeled boxes and shelved them in the cellar, and i raised both my hands in resignation and prepared myself for the long winter night to come.brilliance
so i was taken completely by surprise when unexpected rays of light peeked over the horizon: a luminescent aurora written across the sky, backlit by the sheer volume of potential electricity between us.
it's true: you and i belong together, and together we'll be the best thing this town has ever seen.
we'll dash across
because babyjack and jill went up a hill to fetch a pail of water. jack fell down, and broke his crown, and jill came tumbling after. "mommy. what's a crown?" &#because baby
through this magnifying glass.through this magnifying glass i see vegas skies covered in cotton candy clouds getting swallowed by the gambler's greed and sin. they burn away to reveal the dark edges of the paper we live on. i see used-to-be-pretty girls on vegas streets tugging their skirts down and shivering as the wind blows by them. never-were-kind men stare at them and touch them and the used-to-be-pretty girls put on their poker faces. i see little boys with wide eyes as they see the place they'll call home in twenty years. their pockets bulge with bubblegum but later they'll bulge with money reserved for hookers and child support.through this magnifying glass.
through this magnifyi
tabula rasa
Disgust
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oh my god, it was written in blood.
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I really should be studying.
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We're the people, the happy with the broken hearts
The ones who draw a picture and proclaim that it's art.
Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.
self-promotion
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and we love, and we cry, and we live our lives;and we love and we love and we love and it comes back to us.
please feel free to check out the rest of my gallery.
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and we love, and we cry, and we live our lives;and we love and we love and we love and it comes back to us.
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I want to scream andshout and scribble curse words on the walls.
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I want to scream andshout and scribble curse words on the walls.
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"there's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
but i'm willing to find out what impossible means" --thrice
gallery: [link]
and welcome to dA :3
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"there's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
but i'm willing to find out what impossible means" --thrice
gallery: [link]
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