I have your measure, fair Iago. Don’t think I would mistake it now. You’re a coward, a snake and a complete fucking fool. I wash my hands of this shit with a clean conscience.

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I have your measure, fair Iago. Don’t think I would mistake it now. You’re a coward, a snake and a complete fucking fool. I wash my hands of this shit with a clean conscience.
“My brother asked the birds to forgive him: that sounds senseless, but it is right; for all is like an ocean, all is flowing and blending; a touch in one place sets up movement at the other end of the earth. It may be senseless to beg forgiveness of the birds, but birds would be happier at your side –a little happier, anyway– and children and all animals, if you yourself were nobler than you are now. It’s all like an ocean, I tell you. Then you would pray to the birds too, consumed by an all-embracing love in a sort of transport, and pray that they too will forgive you your sin.”
- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
“… and men going at it blind--as is very proper for those who tackle a darkness. The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only. An idea at the back of it; not a sentimental pretense but an idea; and an unselfish belief in the idea--something you can set up, and bow down before, and offer a sacrifice to. . . “
- Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
Yeah, you were just following orders. That no decent person ever would have given, or followed. Meanwhile you want to tell yourself you understand enough to pass judgement, when in the first place you never even made a basic effort to try to understand anything properly before trying to meddle where you had no fucking business and you knew it. And you’ll never admit to it or apologize because you tell yourself it wasn’t your fault really even now, and you’ll fucking do it again the first chance you get
Take a hard look in the mirror dog
“A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.”
- Vincent Van Gogh, in a letter to his brother Theo
“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”
— Vincent Van Gogh, Letters
dehumanization as horror is great and all but what about humanization as horror. Being forced into a role that was not made for you. Being forced to fulfill expectations that you can never achieve. Being made to exist in a society that so cruelly expects you to act in a way that is against your nature.
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But I won't dwell inside the ends
And that's not what you would want, you would tell me find connections
To the world and to tell it my confessions
The hell that I invest in is a part of something bigger
Words that you would write, they would carve into the center
Right on target 'til they start to fill my heart up with the letters
Shadows have shadows and it's darker than remembered
When this story has an ending to the part I had together with my friend
Absence makes the heart grow fonder of the time before the absence
And the nights spent trying to imagine
When you played I was blinded by the magic you displayed
I tried to reenact it in a way
I need the dark today to see the stars decay
'Cause if I can fall asleep then I can dream we are awake
Another shot of Jameson and PBR to chase
Another conversation in a seedy bar to play, right?
Man, this side of me's the worst
When I'm terrified that all I'll leave's a dynasty of dirt
But you believed in me and I believed your words
So in turn, I believed in things when I would need the courage to move on
On and on and on and on it goes
When I'm nodding off an awful lot to songs that you had wrote
I want to honor all the art and progress that you showed
I miss my confidant and honest talks allotted on the phone
With you Mike - I wish that I could hug you again
It's getting harder to pretend and I can't undo what's been
Thanks for being someone I could come to, a friend
I hope I make you proud, I love you, the end
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams,
where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,
though I carried carats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies,
and all the lovers with no time for me,
and all of the mothers raise their babies
to stay away from me,
and pray they don't grow up to be…