#wtfamisaying

[b-renee]

Awakenings dont always happens in a loud triumphant display for all to see in some dramatic social unveiling ..sometimes they happen in the dark damp shadows of the forest within, unfurling from the soil just rained on, pushing through the leaf decay of trauma, self doubt, and limiting beliefs. One new stem at a time in the quiet and solitude of the wilderness buried in us all. 

[melvthewrld]

YES MAN GRAB ME BY MY HANDS AND FUCKING TALK TO ME ABOUT WHY YOUR DAY WAS GOOD LIKE FUCK IT MAKES ME ALL BLUSHY

[mentallyunstabletea]

Guys, so my phone broke, I couldn't post anything cause, yea, it was broken. I've got it fixed now I'm back again.

[thewolfassassinsukotto]

Symbiotic with nature, I've transcended from this existence #wtfamIsaying #ImnotthathighIswear (at HomeFront) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1kXsiMn7xh/?igshid=1m91y6q47tzih

[wtf-dyu-want]

At the end of the day, i catch myself still trying to find a little bit of you in others.

[aayaamaya]

Let me be entertained, and unravel those knots that'll let me climb those greasy poles I greed for. Only afterwards can I truly hope to find my peace🃏 #talkabtsht #wtfamisaying #gramminggonewut

[damndnn]

heyyyy yukheiiii #wtfamisaying #drawing #illustration #nctlucas #nct_u #nct2018 #lucas #wongyukhei #kpop #yestoday #artwork

[annoyingmagazineanchor-blog]

Pathos draft #1

Pathos does not move me

to pity the destitute or outlandishly unfortunate

Does not bring me to heights of inspiration

the depths of despair, to the brink of tears

nor the edge of sanity.

Pathos does not lie with as it does with some

who swoon at the mention of tragedy or misfortunate

happen chances. Like school girls at the sight celebrity

I do not celebrate its occurrence with event or fornication.

Its thrusting cock does not ask for consent from unwilling victims.

Pathos will not jump me, take me unawares

as it rapes the minds of those innocent bystanders

crying from his sting over yonder. They are unaware of

his treachery nor his pathetic ploy. The fallacy of pathos is no mystery to me. I can smell its scent a mile off—

Pathetic fallacy is a sure indicator that he is a decoy.

Distress, wreaks inner havoc, a train wreck

On the brain’s charred ground. The sound district

to a bleeding heart is no performance, but an utterance

of sorrow too great to contain. Pathos is no mistress to

Sorrow, neither kin nor slut to grief. It is a deceiver, playing on the

good will of those unfamiliar with the real thing.

No. Pathos does not pull the blind on me.

The destitute flower beds of sorrow were

my birthplace. Their visage is more

familiar than the sun or clear skies.

I know the matrices, the complexity of sorrow.

This shit is synthesized. Overly humanized

Estranged to the alien sorrow forces me to be.