War Tiles

A little bit of everything, nothing. I will Avenge Miss Nina Simone.

[germanich]

Yay today is my Brithday! I'll be happy if you share my art! <3

[masai4]

Sometimes it gets weird

[masai4]

Sometimes it gets really bad

[masai4]

i miss my emotional support local pub

[masai4]

about to do something so Ridiculously stupid

[masai4]

no

isn't that the thing,

That I don't seek forgiveness

The joy of sin

Sweeter than regret

Engulfing

An oblivion of apathy

The ache of Memory

Is as is

An itch on the grin of yesterlife

Forgiveness is repentance

Forgiveness is the strife for better.

To be better?

Sinless?

Sin less?

[miamaimania]

Transcending the Ordinary: Lin Yung Cheng’s Geometric Artwork Reimagines Mathematical Concepts

[mostlymadeofpaint-deactivated20]

[passioflos]

Eikoh Hosoe, Ordeal by Roses, 1961. 

[masai4]

போர் ஓடுகள்

Reblog to let prev know their presence is wanted

Reblog to let prev know their presence is wanted

[masai4]

the note

whoever reads this. I'm sorry cause my last wish is that you never mask the truth, if anyone asks, you must tell them

Fuck, I hate that... i hate that I'm in hell, or some afterlife, or hopefully lost and still demanding shit from you. You who are still living, going through life, a brave soul. Something I cannot be. I am selfish that way.

Sorry to have added to your troubles, I surely hope that it's my narcissism that's coaxed me into thinking you cared. I couldn't care if you judged me, or maybe I care a bit too much.

I hate that I'm this selfish, that I'm lazy, that I'm needy, that I'm all the worst things a human be. That I know how to be better, that I know this is wrong, but i still did it. I've done to many wrongs. Death.

Why?

I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself.

I hate living. The problem is the up and downs. I know I'll never be trully happy if I'm waiting for a sad sad sadness.

Also, I did the math and I'm a net negative on society. I'm a leech, offering scrumbs, demanding bread. Loaves. That is evil.

It's a kind thing to do. There are those who will be hurt by this, but they hopefully will get over it. And be strobger for it. You must. Fuckkkk. I'm demanding more now.

I cannot make the right decisions, and it hurts. I hurt people. I can't try any longer when I know I will just fail you and myself.

I did not fight any good fight, I have always been in the sidelines, watching and choosing not to engage. I could never win.

There's some solace in losing. It's something to be.

This is getting to long, why do I think I have something to say.

Wish I could say I loved you. But this is not what people who can love do.

Wish I could say sorry, but the dead ask for no forgiveness.

I am tired.

Bye.

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Chris Bachalo - Tim Townsend

[idislikethisearth]

There’s a difference between hope, religion and faith. I have faith that one day i will succeed. That’s beyond hope and not believing someone will do it for me. Faith is knowing you’ll just keep going until you can’t or until you win. Hope is just dreaming, Faith is going out and doing whatever it takes and knowing one day you’ll come out on top.

Religion is praying that one day a miracle will appear.

Don’t believe me? look into what faith really means...

[masai4]

religion is about belief... to have faith in a higher power. To hope things will get better, that all this is not for nothing.

But i agree. Faith in oneself is quite important. Maybe all that you'll ever need.

[masai4]

This girl tells me how a dream she had died. She isn't explicit about it. She doesn't want to confess it. But there's pain in her timidness, acceptance. She talks of how she always thought I had a part to play in it.

I didn't know I was playing a part. I hope now she knows.

I've been thinking a lot about pain, of how it's universal, objectively a bad thing yet so so subjective. There's this interpretation that God cannot give you more than you can handle. Sounds mean to build some people so strong and others so oblivious.

I wish I could get into specifics.

I often think of Last Words. I wish mine will be, I'll either know everything or nothing at all. The only hope I have for an afterall is that all my questions and Wonders will be answered. A void is an answer. Silence is a reply. Let it not be what awaits. I want to know whether genghis khan had in grown toe nails and whether I've ever truly been loved. I hope not on the latter. I want to know whether I was close to truly loving someone.

I couldn't care for genghis khan's toes.

[masai4]

Something strange happened on the way to Death,

a release.

Looking back was more misery.

Each step heavy.

In the left laughter and pain,

The right, more of the same.

I lingered