#too existential

[everfaye]

im way too high for this fucking image

[rocks-in-my-vodka]

remember when u bought that canvas and were jumping with joy? what did u end up making on it?

it’s a work in progress. i’m making a skull

[diazpoems]

I encounter one (1) disturbing fact about space, spiral, and then I goof around with a mutual and I am okay again. God bless

[jesswithane]

Shower Thoughts:

Does media reflect society, or society reflects the media?

[wastedcase]

What we give up, what we lose, what we get robbed of cannot be ours again. Even though there is hope—a little of it—to ever gain back that shred of normalcy, that fleeting moment of fullness and contentment, that sureness that what we own is truly ours, that what we have is grasped tightly in our hands and in our hearts; it is time to decide whether we continually let ourselves be swept along into the loop of what should've been forgotten, or to finally drop the phantom weight of memories that will remain as such. Maybe, it’s time to move on. And breathe. And trudge forward in the mud that stills us—slowly but surely. Because it is all that we can do. It is all that we can be able to do to survive the crashing waves against us.

And maybe everything that I had lost will never come back. Maybe the gaping hole in the off-centered part of my chest will never again be filled to the brim—full of what once was; this is the moment, however, that I choose to move, to fight the raging currents of the sea that is life. I’ll be new again. I’ll be whole again. I will be filled of everything that is beautiful and wonderful. After all, there is still a little bit of hope left, right?