me snapping out of a depressive episode, trying to clean up the mess
LoL this feels like me rn
Mike Driver
Xuebing Du
Not today Justin

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
sheepfilms

Origami Around
occasionally subtle

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
ojovivo
DEAR READER
Claire Keane
taylor price
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

Love Begins

izzy's playlists!
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Stranger Things
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

blake kathryn

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@actrealationalist
me snapping out of a depressive episode, trying to clean up the mess
LoL this feels like me rn
On black wings
Art for personal project.
Elena Bespalova
screaming
thE ASIAN GUY
Picture wars are a million times more amusing.
How My Eyes Were Always Tinted
The problem was I saw. From the womb, I could feel unity. Since I can remember, my memory overflowed with harmony. Before I could talk, I experienced the confluence of speech, the concurrence of conference, and the conflux of information. Where others saw spontaneity, I saw inevitability. Where others saw blind chance, I saw design. Where others saw cold fate, I saw purpose. When others called it accidental, I called it intentional. What others called a fluke, I called providence. To others it all seemed optional, but to me everything was essential. Some found worth in freedom of will, some find worth in fleeting pleasure, and still others denied meaning altogether. I saw what was shown to me: perfect, planned, mellifluous uni-verse, the united diversity, the one and the many. But this knowledge is too wonderful for me. I would have never discovered it on my own. My familiarity with creation was the result of a God familiar with me. He loved me. He chose me, pursued me, and showed me His world. My Father adopted me and gave me vision. I was blind and now I see. Now I see the universe for what it is. Letters of Love to His children.
When Fallout 4 is finally released
I found this in my feed. I wish it had been 84 years. Perhaps the game would have been good, out of Bethesda's hands.
There are few songs over which I've ever cried. The haunting meloncholy of this song, and my experience with Beserk as a great (manga) series, had me in tears. It's so funny how fragile the human psychy can be; it is amazing how beautiful God has made to be a sequence of chords on the piano - one among millions, billions even.
Some art I've been working on, complete with Borderlands-style intro. This is Saeth Wulf, a level 1, chaotic good barbarian whose jobs have include seafaring chef, pirate mercenary, smuggler, vengeance seeker, and is currently trying to figure out how to wield Large size troll swords.
avoiding copyright like
I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!
Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter (via revelation19)
Basically my experience playing fallout games.
That time when a cow, a figbutt, and a hedgehog won because a little faith... also, stealing dragon... also, being carried by the hedgehog...
Psalm 16
A Miktam of David.
Preserve me, O God, for in you I take refuge. I say to the LORD, “You are my Lord; I have no good apart from you.”
As for the saints in the land, they are the excellent ones, in whome is all my delight.
The sorrows of those who run after another god shall multiply; their drink offerings of blood I will not pour out or take their names on my lips.
The LORD is my chosen portion and my cup; you hold my lot. The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
I bless the LORD who gives me counsel; in the night also my heart instructs me. I have set the LORD always before me; because He is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken.
Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices; my flesh also dwells secure. For you will not abandon my soul to Sheol, or let your holy one see corruption.
You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.
Why not all three?
HAHAHAHAHAHA
Coworker #1: If you see that bum, tell him he can’t sleep over there and that he needs to stay off the premises.
Coworker #2: Um, okay. Why? Is he acting like he is going to steal stuff or something?
Coworker #1: No. The cops were here while you were at lunch and they have a warrant for him. He is a known murder. He was seen walking up the street swinging a hammer earlier this morning.
Coworker #2: WTF? So you want me to tell the bum, who is a known murderer and who was recently seen swinging a hammer that he can’t sleep over there in the field? WAIT, IS THAT HIM OVER THERE?
Coworker #1: WHERE? No. That guy is a geologist. He is taking soil samples or some shit for the construction on the new brewery.
Coworker #2: Did you tell the fucking geologist about the murderous, hammer wielding bum who has recently been seen sleeping in the field that he is currently standing all alone in?
Coworker #1: Ummm. No, I didn’t think to mention…
Coworker #2: YOU DIDN’T THINK TO MENTION THE MURDEROUS, HAMMER WEILDING BUM? Did you tell Evan? He walks to lunch through that field every fucking day
Me: I’M IN HERE AND I’M HEARING THE WHOLE CONVERSATION AND I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. I HOPE THAT FOOL HAMMERS ME TO DEATH.