Jasmine @jasminewontstaysilent - Tumblr Blog

Hi, I am Jasmine, from India. I post really random stuff. My personality is all over the place. I am bisexual teenager struggling with sexual identity. I love to read. I sometimes write poetry, I am deadass into the whole dark academic aesthetic ( I mean death, old books, sweater vests, what not to like) I am also a BTS army, but I also listen to Lana del Rey! She is my queen. I am very self destructive but also I am my biggest cheer leader.

In short, I haven't figured myself out. I don't intend to either. This works for me.

#introducing myself #india #bts army #lana is our queen #biseuxal #dark academia #confused

In the quiet of twilight years,

Shadows cast by long-lost fears,

An officer's heart, weary and worn,

Echoes of battles, tattered and torn.

Amidst these pages, aged and thin,

Lies a soul's whisper, from deep within.

A life's journey, through storm and strife,

Seeking solace at the end of life.

"Loneliness, a constant friend,

Hope and joy, seem to pretend.

In this abyss, where light fades fast,

I search for meaning, in memories past.

Yet, in the silence of my mind,

No solace, no peace, do I find.

For tears have dried, leaving a trace,

Of a longing for a different embrace.

But hear me now, as I confess,

This is not a tale of distress.

Beyond the sorrow, beyond the night,

I found my peace in the dying light.

For in this journey, I came to see,

The beauty in life's tapestry.

Though shadows loom, and the path is steep,

I close my eyes, in eternal sleep.

So let these words, from long ago,

Whisper of a life's ebb and flow.

A soldier's tale, in twilight's embrace,

Ending in peace, with tranquil grace.

Have you been so stressed in the first half of the day that you actually call the day off by noon?

I just did

How do you deny love to a monster you fostered?

Weeping for the same dead flowers is silly after a point

How do you say goodbye to a Frankenstein you love?

poetryofmuses

"The war will end, and leaders will shake hands. That old woman will keep waiting for her martyred son. And those children will keep waiting for their hero father. I don't know who sold our homeland, but I saw who paid the price."

str-ngeloop

one critical piece of advice is that opportunities are fractal doorways

you can take an opportunity that seems small, a group meeting for an hour once a week let's say, and if you really commit and put a lot of effort into even a small opportunity, if you work to prop open that passageway, then you will find that it can surprisingly quickly multiply into many future possibilities, many future paths.

one of the members of your small book club desperately needs a babysitter for the weekend. that's a gig. another one hits it off with you on some obscure topic. the bulletin board at the place you meet has a flyer for a class on writing. you go, and now you're in an environment full of other people who are there for the same reasons. talk to them. over drinks one night an older member encourages you to apply for uni with one of your short stories you wrote for the class. et cetera.

I spent a lot of time paralyzed with indecision, trying to find just the right opportunity to get me where i wanted to go. that's the entirely wrong way to go about it. practice pursuing possibilities is more important than optimizing your choice of path, waiting for just the perfect opportunity to magically drop into your lap. It likely won't happen like that, it's not necessary, and you don't need to live your whole life at once. Frodo didn't arrive at Mt Doom by making the optimal choice on the first crossroads out of the shire.

Instead cultivate an attitude of engagement with whatever imperfect seemingly insignificant opportunities that are already in front of you, and keep an open mind & eyes, and trust in the fractal nature of reality. look for threads to pull, opportunities to pursue, and engage with people as if every one of them has something new to teach you, and somewhere new to take you that you've never been. they probably do. the more you engage the more you'll find out that this is true; trust that paths will lead to more paths even if you can't see them yet. trust that the big scary void question mark of a future contains not only unseen dangers but also an unseen unfurling infinity of options and paths, friends and lovers, work and play. i love u

It's been a while and I am 20.

I never thought I could get sadder but here I am.

Sadness without context sucks more than a tragedy.

#real life #reality #feelings

thefloatingstone

Still watching this youtube channel about what I can only describe as "Dark Classical art" and this one absolutely floored me because I was unaware of it and I want to share it because it changes my perspective on this artist completely.

You might be aware of Louis Wain. If not by name then by his art. He's the artist behind that series of cat drawings that slowly became more and more abstract and bizarre.

This series of paintings of cats are often labelled as a visual representation of Wain's deteriorating mental illness and schizophrenia. Even more so often labelled as "a tragic display of a painter's failing battle with schizophrenia."

The paintings look like this and were painted around the very early 1900s.

Ok got all that?

So here's the thing.

Although Wain did suffer from a mental illness that was strong enough for him to be institutionalized, his mental illness was never diagnosed with clear certainty. Although "Schizophrenia" is so heavily applied to him based purely on how his series of paintings LOOK, despite actual specialists widely disputing this. On top of this, although he did paint the kaleidoscope cat portraits during this time, it was not the only things he painted, and he was quite capable of painting "normal" pictures of cats.

The Kaleidoscope Cat portraits are more images of him experimenting with colour and shapes, something the Smithsonian themselves state on their website.

Wain had actually made his entire living painting whimsical images of cats, often for product adverts, before he was incarcerated and was actually a very beloved artist at the time. When his friends learned of his incarceration, they started a collection of donation money to help transfer Wain to the Bethlam Royal Hospital instead, one of the best mental health facilities of the time. Even the Prime Minster of the time donated, and they raised a large amount of money across England to help him.

4 years later, Wain drew this as his final image which he released publicly

I knew all about "the Schizophrenic cat Guy" but he had always been presented to me as some tragic case of an artist going mad and his skills and work unraveling as he went insane.

Which is why I wanted to share this information which was new to me. And because I think it's important.

prokopetz

Fact: The earliest reliably dated use of the phrase “fucked up” appears in the court records of a US Navy court-martial case from 1863; the way the phrase is used suggests that its meaning was already well known at the time, but this is the first known printed record of it that we can confidently put a date to.

Additional fact: Bram Stoker’s Dracula is set in 1897.

Conclusion: It would not anachronistic for your Dracula fanfic to have a character describe the Count as a fucked up old man.