International Museum of I’m Fine Arts

Grief, without a grave.

[misternakul]

my toxic boss is workboming me

[misternakul]

should i pay her rego?

[misternakul]

first night back.

Its been such a long time since i slept at home. Years. Ive been wandering, searching. Nothing changes and then everything changes.

i dont even know why i write anymore. She doesnt read. You dont read. I dont read.

without an audience, does the tree still perform? Even when the satisfaction of the dance isnt enough? The wind still moves it - sure. But does it feel the soul of that wind? Does taste the crispness? Or is it just a haunting of its leaves ?

[misternakul]

I ruin good things by predicting how they'll end.

I prepare for grief like its a guest. I turn down bedsheets and let it come to rest.

I can count on fingers those who love me best, and still I wait for the moment they'll love me less.

I chew on every scenario down to the bone, searching for splinters, for signs, for something soft beginning to mold.

[wordfather]

not my circus not my monkeys but thanks to my mutuals i know some of the lore

[disgustinggf]

[misternakul]

is the pope god's assistant manager?

or assistant TO the manager?

[cherrywavessxo]

[misternakul]

if i had three lives i'd marry you in two but this seems like the third life where i sit, gazing at the rain and writing sad words to fill the space that never feels full.

[n0turg1rlfr1end]

[loveridden1999]

i want to be free

[misternakul]

if they hit you, turn the other cheek they hit that other cheek? muay thai classes

[misternakul]

"Go build your business man, your wife probably isnt born yet"

me: "what the fuck dude"

[misternakul]

just found one of your hairs. totally will not do black magic with it. trust me. this? oh this wax figurine is completely unrelated. hmm? what pins

[misternakul]

im on a puffy dogs factory tour.

its bad.

[misternakul]

In 1921, Poyla mathematically proved that "A drunk man will find his way home, but a bird may never.", referring of-course to multinomial yield of probability at 34% return home rate in 3 dimensions, vs 100% in 2. But as a man who lives in the fourth dimension, its impossible for me to ever get home. So I get drunk again, for home exists nowhere - and even if it did, I would not find it.

[misternakul]

Mohabbat ka anjaam to maut hain