The Madman

27, British.  A reader of people and books. Drinker of coffee and tears. The painter has found his heart. It's winter. This madman is a sadman.

[the-madman-writes]

such a colour as darkness cannot be seen, for it is the absence of sight so therefore what am i to write on darkness, except that i feel it?

[anxietyproblem]

[quotefeeling]

“Let them judge you. Let them misunderstand you. Let them gossip about you. Their opinions aren’t your problems. You stay kind, committed to love and free in your authenticity. No matter what they do or say, don’t you doubt your worth or the beauty of your truth. Just keep shining like you always do.”

— Scott Stabile

[joeytrebbiani]

[the-madman-writes]

Me and Alec like

[boozehund-blog]

[caden]

the conqueror… an unstoppable force

[boozehund-blog]

the fool…..

[strideer-deactivated20170606]

[stiifox]

@banzai-jinto

[the-madman-writes]

toot

Yes

[mrrrrps-deactivated20201225]

Visit Original Link

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[shadowcat]

THIS IS RHE FUNNIEST SOUND THING IVE EVER HEARD ON THIS SITE IT MAJES ME LAUGH SO MUCH I LOVE IT IM SO HAPPY

[jollyperfectionkitten-8e36536f]

Someone: How was your day

Me: ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

[andifbyyes]

You all have no idea how long I’ve been looking for this post!!! I’m so happy to see it again! It’s been 84 years and I can still smell the fresh paint. Holy shit thank you so much, Internet, I love you!!!

[recycledcactus]

OH MY GOD IS THIS WHERE THIS IS FOMROK EM MFSDWKA

[stacey-thomas-deactivated201910]

‘I Take Issue’ project- wrote my first graphic novelette! Not something I’d normally say, but I’m super proud of this.

(please excuse the weird layout, it’s formatted for printing rather than internet)

[erebusodora-deactivated20190104]

I had to reblog this. Because it’s not only beautifully painted, its idea is something that needs to be shared, again and again, so that more people will take their bloody buckets off.

Thank you for making this.

[link-kokiri-hyrule-87]

This is Very powerfull

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[bunnaccino]

It was about her record label but I’m still going to pretend it’s gay

[alilaro]

oh to be stolen away in the dead of night by a mysterious ancient entity

[nodded]

V FOR VENDETTA (2005) dir. James McTeigue

[myrcella]

– F I N N ⭐🌙 because it’s the right thing to do.

[mushi-and-junior]

shakespeare plays: Romeo and Juliet

These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite

[the-madman-writes]

Anger doesn't punish who you think it does.

[the-madman-writes]

I start with hope. Who knows what I'll end with.

[afreenisnotapoet]

She found herself

She was screaming from inside but no one was listening,

Always had a smile on her face, everyone thought her life was glistening,

But the wings she had were clipped and hurt,

What could be done, she thought she would go unheard,

Magic happened one day when she sat under the starry sky,

She opened her notebook, blank pages, she let out a sigh,

The first time that the tip of her pen touched the rough page it was the beginning of something new,

For the first time someone was listening, she found a part of herself that she never knew,

Now the grass under the sky was her favourite place,

The blue colour of the sky was the ink in her pen, she had found grace,

The books held secrets that no human was worthy to know,

She wrote about her dreams, she wrote how writing helped her grow,

Now that she had found a place where she belonged,

She didn’t need friends anymore, her book she always had along,

The smile she had never faded away,

Her wings were spread, the stars helped her by leading the way.

-afreen

[afreenisnotapoet]

♥️♥️♥️🌈

[the-madman-writes]

Counter to a dead prophet

I have become deaf

I can no longer hear

The beckon of the depths

I cannot climb these stairs

Or ascend to great heights

And so, I cannot follow

The voice into the dark

 I cannot feel the wind enfold

And can no longer die

I yield to nothing

Safe from the hidden sword

 There is nothing to believe

And my dreams stay in tact

Waiting to be shattered

Yet I am shielded from the winds

Sitting in my perfect garden

 I am not crowned

Nor crucified

And I do not grow

No longer am I pruned

Or my core refined

 The heights left untouched

Quivering in the cold

I am left unshaken

Stagnant roots in the earth

 Like a field of corn

Unkempt and left to spoil

Ungather to the air

And left shamefully clothed

 Lonely in a husk

Watching distant fires

Knowing I have waited

Much too long

 All these things

Done unto myself

That I may never know

The secrets of my own heart

And to never become

A fragment of life’s heart