A Viable Dieable Age

I am no good at being clever and quirky, special yet relatable. I use this account to post my art and reblog things I like. Bear with me.

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A Spanish statue of Our Lady of Mount Carmel.

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One evening I grabbed my pens and sketchbook and I decided to capture what my anxiety at that moment looked like, instead of just lying in bed motionless and clueless as usual. There you have it.

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Am I special? ...

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I don't immediately recall ever coming across something as common as a sanitary pad in any other manga.

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As a literature student, as a person who often refers to Baudelaire in class now that I work as a teacher, this cracks me up. Everytime.

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Realization : Our Wasteland

People allow just about anything to happen. They celebrate anything shallow and superficial , are easily fooled by those who want power or attention, they hurt and crush the vulnerable beautiful souls whose beauty they never bothered seeing or understanding....

Then they complain.

People are almost all the same. Even those who claim to have the depth to understand something (which was only parading to be ‘deep’ the first place while the real gems remain dusty and unseen in the corner) or present themselves as those who have good taste. The effect of this nature of people can be seen both in the wider sphere of politics and perhaps, even more importantly in the personal sphere - the home and the world are both falling apart , are in a state of chaos, and it is not too hard to understand why.

If we have messed up the microcosm, we have messed it up for the macrocosm as well.

We either take responsibility or let things continues as they are.

Words are meaningless. Words had become meaningless before which gave birth to Dadaism, to the Absurd Theater. We need something like that now , but of course you and I are busy chasing shine, polished surfaces, sass, and glitter. We are all at fault, we are all victims. Let us then continue to chase presentation and undermine content. Here’s to our Wasteland.

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The Secret

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Sad

I seem to have a tendency to come to Tumblr - a place which represents my carefree life before I met certain people , before the time when tragedy befell my home - when I feel exceptionally hopeless and shattered. I’ve been sleeping at 4:30 am daily.

But what is sad is, I come here after..is it several months or even a years? Well the time should be about three years...And I read the ‘About Me’ I wrote several years ago, and it is still accurate.  I’ll end up changing it.  I feel like after trying so hard to make things work, after trying so hard for the past few years, I’m back to where I started. I am still the same person. Just a little bit more scarred.

I want to start over. I want to be happy.

And it’s also pathetic I’m putting up my sadness in a place like the Internet where people have other things and people to worry about. But the  thing is the Internet still helps because I can temporarily forget about the pain when I am scrolling through stuff I like online. It can give happiness , it can also accentuate sadness by reminding you you are far removed from what you admire or like to see.

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Back on Tumblr... And this time, I want to stay.