Her Gaze Exposed The Missing Piece Of A Courage. She Was The Mind Killer.

“When we lose certain people, or when we are dispossessed from a place, or a community, we may simply feel that we are undergoing something temporary, that mourning will be over and some restoration of prior order will be achieved. But maybe when we undergo what we do, something about who we are is revealed, something that delineates the ties we have to others, that shows us that these ties constitute what we are, ties or bonds that compose us. It is not as if an “I” exists independently over here and then simply loses a “you” over there, especially if the attachment to “you” is part of what composes who “I” am. If I lose you, under these conditions, then I not only mourn the loss, but I become inscrutable to myself. Who “am” I, without you?”

— Judith Butler, Precarious Life

You don’t know anything about God, do you…? Perfection and harmony? God cares more about your pores than he does that. He’s famous for his coincidences and absurdism. I’ve seen it countless times. No matter how masterfully you devise your schemes, where we are is here. A prison at the ends of the earth. The ones that run the world are, in fact, the ones who howl, run, and shed blood in incidental storms. You and I are powerless in the face of their intense spirits. Do you know what that means…? You’re correct. Humans are sinful and foolish. But they aren’t quite as boring as you think.

The winter sun in tow behind you,

teeth bared at the wind,

you are autumn’s last ember.

Never would I yearn for summer

in the presence of your lunar smile.

Amidst the city’s electric hum,

I sing only of you,

November,

of the frost that numbs my bones.

Never would I retreat inside

and forsake the glory of autumn’s end.

"The truth sure can taste very sweet sometimes,but it can be very salty,that's why we love to lie."

If I'm being honest, I can't even begin to properly channel alot of my anger

But even then it's barely visible, barely recognizable not taken seriously

Be it the hatred I feel, or my off bloodthirsty thoughts that dance around the back of my mind or the inessential lust for violence

To act on these thoughts and feelings would be wrong

But to leave them as they are

At least to me seems so utterly disappointing

“I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.”

— Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

Five: This is my “I don’t care” face.

Vanya: This is your normal face.

Art's another adventure in life

Why am i that satisfied?

If i keep moving fast,

maybe i'll blast in colours

falling down to ashes when i burn,

keep receiving the best believe,

in my heart and mind i bleed.

-t.f.s.

Моята дефиниция за самота е малко по-различна. Не сама, а сред хора усещам липса…

“Само искам да намеря себе си, изгубих се назад във времето, изгубих се в други хора, в техните мечти, в техните пътища. Искам да се намеря, искам да си помогна, искам да се извиня на себе си, защото не заслужавах да спирам да се грижа за себе си и да се пренебрегвам за другите, защото те винаги са имали план, винаги са имали път, а аз просто следвах пътища, които не бяха моите, мислейки си, че там някъде ще се намеря. “