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Everything you create, you use to destroy.

[interdimensiona-blog]

                                              SOMEWHERE IN-BETWEEN INTERDIMENSIONAL SPACE

[existenceisvoid]

I wanna make someone from buffy tho

[existenceisvoid]

THANK YOU EVERYONE, I REACHED A MILESTONE! So this has been my first OC that has ever reached 100+ followers, and I'm here to say how grateful I am for you all to have connected and transcended with me on this project. I know my activity is really sparse, probably because I’m a bit brain dead half the time. None the less thank you for staying with me, and I just wanna give you crystals so you have lit and peaceful energies. xoxo - Marty

LOVERS & INSPIRER'S

@piiiety @taxmcn @travelatrics @irlfleurmal @seesmost @abovcgod @ayjaks @constantdriift @devilsxson @tropicalqueer @nxrcisse @grimpancakes @tctaldark @fidelliio

( IF YOU’RE NOT ON HERE I STILL LOVE YOU, LIKE I SAID IM BRAIN DEAD. )

[just--space]

The Retina Nebula

js

[deadpoetssociety1989]

Edward Norton: Behind the Scenes of Fight Club (1999) (x)

[ink-pedia]

Pedro Acosta

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[existenceisvoid]

@seesmost

          is this damaged skin with penetrated blushing blisters a reality, or is it a FANTASY? its a reality in some form, but all it is in this mind is a homage to the concept of MORTALITY, an experience to how short lived and fragile the human body, life truly is.

it’s sitting there ambling on how long or how far mortality was stretched through the humans that were sacrificed for homes sake. maybe you were the next one to find the potential of your mortality, though it seems you’re only a few steps behind the happenings.

[existenceisvoid]

tctaldark ;

@existenceisvoid.

               “I don’t know what I’m doing back here.” No matter how  genuine  the small laugh that breezes past his lips sounds, it’s mirthless  &  forced.  It sticks in his throat and grates against lungs that are long over due for a dose of  herbal remedy  he’s running out of money to afford.  “I guess… I guess I just wanted to see if it felt any different.”

               It doesn’t…

               It’s likely a statement that doesn’t make much sense  out of context.  They’re a stranger and Chris is rambling. Somehow it makes him feel safer so close to where   it   happened… Rambling was a safety net.  COMMUNICATION  made him feel less mechanical. It made his bones more bone and less cold metal, his brain all him and voided of that  CANID DISSONANCE  that fought for control upon arriving at its birthplace.

          aspiration, the void. what speech is out of context is simply a confusion to anyone’s open ears, though an outsiders forged ears don’t really FORM anything into any sense. so shoes remain rooted against the earth, the planet that the void couldn't call home but maybe you could. 

a pair of eyes lurk at the slit between lips that would ramble and dribble about FEELING. . . DIFFERENT. though that's a word that links to the void in ways that wouldn't be believable, but that links to many on this planet not simply ones self. in fact even ones that are situated directly in front of you, nowhere near your peripheral vision, all directly centred.

[xvxmori]

[micdotcom]

You just scrolled over a high-res segment of the Andromeda galaxy. How does NASA get its photos to look so spectacular? The same way as everyone else.

[tuffbones]

[existenceisvoid]

tuffbones:

The Fifth Element, 1997

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[existenceisvoid]

irlfleurmal:

 hi, this is just something very quick. you can probably tell. i wanted to say thank you to everyone for being so nice and supportive of me after i left and came back, it really encouraged me; because even though i remade this blog i still had some second thoughts towards doing so. but with all the welcomes and enthusiasm, i was able to happily be here. i hope i can continue this way ! i want to especially mention @solarveined / @monsterfucked / @brustet / @tropicalqueer / @goraveracer / @zombieblonde / @adeloes / @witheredbone / @spiritfucked & @crespur for being lights of my life. below is are people i want to just .. acknowledge as fantastic writers and generally amazing people . i hope this will be a small reminder that you’re really .. just brilliant and i admire the amount of time and effort you take into breathing into these characters  with your writings and concepts . if i missed anyone, i really am sorry  ! it’s nothing personal, i really do love and appreciate everyone. 

 @alleyspat / @abyssalgoddess / @autolatrism / @afterburial / @witchvicious / @walkingbattery / @wildliing / @erorisus / @existenceisvoid / @eulogied / @reveried / @reveried / @traumeriin / @illripyourthroat / @icarusthought / @inbent / @ohemjeepers / @oephlied / @postvoided / @piiiety / @pcmegranates / @seduceddeath / @swanborn / @swcmpblood / @swanborn / @devouringpulse / @diistemper / @fckweasel / @gatorbcne / @glasgores / @haelaeh / @hermanogecko / @kingslept / @lunarpelted / @lazaruscomplex / @zifection / @zoinkslike / @culebraed / @veilled / @violatos / @bcudreaux / @naaldloshi / @maskfather / @travelatrics / @botanokinesis / @bornwclf / @cokeshirt / @evokemind / @numbking / @rsnovae  

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[existenceisvoid]

70sscifiart:

Patrick Woodroffe

[planetariiums]

Mads Mikkelsen

[existenceisvoid]

wvtcher.

@existenceisvoid.

               He shouldn’t make such a  nasty habit  an art,  but smoke trails from his lips in a ghastly spiral. It coils in the cold Alaskan air like strokes of paint on a canvas and dissipates just as blue eyes catch sight of the other.  The image is just from his peripheral, their form merely a  disproportionate blob  from his perspective. In a brief instant, it reminds him of the curl of foreign limbs   THAT NIGHT IN THE WOODS ,   sends a shiver up his spine with the memory of screams. 

               “I’m on break.” Mason mumbles idly, clearing his throat past the  discomfort  from unsavory remembrance.  He assumes the presence is someone he works with.  “Gimme a couple more minutes, I’m not doin’ so good today…”

          there, the void witnesses that not even the inanimate can avoid MORTALITY, another lead role in HUMAN EXISTENCE, or existence itself. even coiled smoke seems to lose its grasp after seconds of being projected from blushed lips, though how long can YOU as humans keep a grasp on existence, does that come down to circumstance or luck?

peripheral sight seems to only distort just as the night does with a lack of light, though is DISTORTION the key to revealing what is true and what is not? the void flexes toes under cheap converse shoes, ambles towards you but doesn't understand the language you speak. though circumstances aren't exactly compatible, because he is no employee. ‘ nothing lasts long here does it. ’

[existenceisvoid]

piiiety.

                              Brows come to furrow as viridescent’s map expression. There’s something particular about this man. That was scrutinizing even before he speaks – or perhaps it was the mere fact that he’d been isolating himself in these months that mannerisms seem to fall short from convention. Then the peculiar choice of diction spills between them: young humans, as if he were far from such a thing. Theodore couldn’t help but pin the phrasing to hubris, it’s the only reasonable, and small minded, excuse he could evoke. 

Now, he wasn’t ignorant to the possibility of the other worldly, he did believe in God, angels and demons – extraterrestrial wasn’t far fetched from those things. Why would God only create one set of life forces to inhabit a small planet in the vast vacuum that was the universe? But, of course that doesn’t come to mind as he looks over the educator employed to teach his son; that’s preposterous. What a very mortal thought. 

                ❛ Children,❜ he promptly corrects before absently gesturing away from them. ❛ Perhaps we should speak more – in private then? ❜

          ASPIRATION. a career, an ambition, waiting to be ignited by the wrinkled hands of your aged self. yearning and burning it never seems to coexist, so what is this part of the HUMAN EXISTENCE that almost seems impossible, a belief, another lie. but there would come to no understanding if there was no experience in the word, channel it and endure an aspect of their existence.

words and letters, letters and words. the words and letters are a sum for the language, and the answer to the communication between a species, the humans. so the VOID identifies and understands the suggestion of enclosed areas of nothing but a silence, from younger forms and only the sound of two adults. ‘ come, this way ’

he brings you into an office belonging to someone's physical aspirations. suspended from above the fan pirouettes, though if a vessel of a human its considered dancing, art, expressing, empathize. that's what he has to do with you, it's considered a part of the job.