Untold Folly

This is basically just one big diary of sorts where I can write down my thoughts and feelings or short stories. They will probably be all connected somehow

[starsowing]

gods

(happy belated 413!)

[musical-the-odyessey]

Happy late 4/13 😄

[solluxcap]

“you fools….. you’re supposed to say occupied.”

[ageless-aislynn]

I inevitably do this startled yelp of “Ocupado!” I have no idea why I try to become multilingual at this point instead of just saying “Occupied.” :S

[hisherconfusingmingle]

Words never form Heart fades away The sun shines no longer My eyes are dark and gray Your distance hits like an arrow I hold back tears in shame Our life no longer tangled Unbundled you walk away

[theliteraryjournals]

I want to fill my mouth with your name.

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair (via wordsnquotes)

[hisherconfusingmingle]

Blonde little nightmare The interlude begins A good drink for the sorrow It doesn't relieve the pain

[hisherconfusingmingle]

We storm the castle The walls fall The arrows fly The swords clash The people die We take the throne A kindgom Our reward No one cheers Our bloody hands Will you stay here Under new command?

[hisherconfusingmingle]

Grow My blossom My beautiful flower Grow up high Grow in a world of dying dreams Grow in a world full of deceitful things Grow in a world where memory fades away A place you can never be Bloom My Angel My hopeful wonderer Bloom into youth Bloom your ideas into reality Bloom your heart into exotic wild roses Bloom your mind into a understanding garden Let the seeds expand Your roots run deep Your beauty comes into season Live as you want to Here comes the fall season

[hisherconfusingmingle]

Identity crushed beneath the rocks Building caverns Living in caves My psychology never returns All social aspects beginto dig their graves Give up No friends No family No hope Bones grinding Limbs weak You continue on A trooper for real

[hisherconfusingmingle]

Kiss kiss Go away Heart heart It breaks Mine mine Your eyes full of scorn Keep keep Love stays away

[hisherconfusingmingle]

I expect so little I expect so less Give me the time I need I'm so full of regret It all turns to ash It all blows away Freedom The birds soar Freedom They all fall dead Freedom to live Freedom to die We age Our bodies damaged Delays The only thing we'll ever succeed In essence We're just too afraid

[hisherconfusingmingle]

We all fall down Break apart Pieces go missing A total recall is in order Choking hazard We're toxic and dangerous Society regrets making us Instantaneous bad behavior Anger pays back in full The bad review Your only clue

[sspider-mann-deactivated2018071]

For the most part comic books provide an escape. But the really good ones merely spotlight the harshness of reality. Instead of leading us on, telling us everything’s gonna be all right, these comics tell us the truth about ourselves. That we’re hopeless beings looking for meaning in this unfair world, and we’ll probably never find it.

AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #122 (July 1973) Art by Gil Kane (pencils), John Romita Sr. (inks) & Dave Hunt (colors) Words by Gerry Conway

[hisherconfusingmingle]

I'm only important when you're full of misery

Someone out there

[hisherconfusingmingle]

There's a picture of you I'm hiding A single tear frames it well I know where it is But I like to forget It's something to keep A good reminder of what the past is Regret and a pretty face Longing and an unattainable goal Nothing is really worth it anymore

[hisherconfusingmingle]

Repeat Repeat Repeat the words in your head Repeat the words spoken Repeat the events that occurred Repeat the cycle now broken Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat the dream you've been dreaming Repeat the tale you told Repeat the password to no one Repeat this whole thing Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat it all till it all replays again

[hisherconfusingmingle]

As times goes on, we slowly grow into the thing we said we'd never become and it's at this point we realize we actually don't know ourselves

Unknown

[hisherconfusingmingle]

Simplicity was always it's own reward. A sort of easy road for those to take that were unfamiliar with the path. It's worn and frequently used, so you wouldn't have to worry about any close encounters from the would be thief. Familiarity is a danger as well as it is a good thing. One can get caught up in their own doings, create a pattern which becomes an echo inside a chamber of your own making. Nothing is perfect. Nothing is special. Everything is just it's own thing. Just like this pointless and unread little post here. It's just a thing and things are forgotten eventually.