By canvasoul
Cosmic Funnies
Not today Justin

bliss lane
Claire Keane
hello vonnie
One Nice Bug Per Day
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Kiana Khansmith
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Love Begins
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Jar Jar Binks Fan Club

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@untilmynextlife
By canvasoul
People Live their Lives bound by what they accept as correct and true. That is how they define āRealityā. But what does it mean to be ācorrectā or ātrueā? They are merely vague concepts⦠Their āRealityā may all be a mirage. Can we consider them to be simply living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs?
idk, i just wanted to post this cause i know nobody i actually know irl follows me on here
TW: Suicide
Is it me or has there never actually been a decent argument lately to justify not committing suicide? It's always the same shit to me: "You shouldn't kill yourself because there's people that care about you and they would be really upset if you died!" oh I'm certain. I'm certain they would be incredibly upset but you're implying there that committing suicide would be selfish of me to do. Maybe it's selfish of you to want me live just for you to be less sad. Maybe actually be around more instead of being too busy to give a shit about me. But i mean hey, i cant blame you too much. You're in this as much as i am, and It's hell here. The world is constantly devouring itself and humans are doing nothing but cultivating an adversarial wasteland where no one can understand each other. Unless you were born with piss-rich parents you've got no shot at living a life where you're not constantly being pushed endlessly downwards by a literal figurative boulder. Our autonomy and agency has been usurped by a vacuous entity that apathetically sucks the life out of everyone inside of it, and you want me to live in that? just for you? cool, i guess its better than dying, and death is inevitable so i might as well hang around and see if this will get any better. I guess it's true that having relationships with other people is the best way to find a reason to live, we are social creatures after all. I just wish we could actually DO that, instead of doing.. whatever this is.
u are not a real scientist unless you are insane and hate the government
I think maybe actively developing a fear mongering culture in the christian faith that aims to usurp the privacy and agency of young teens was probably a bad call. My most vivid memories of going to church are simply a cacophony of guilt and shame over the most basic animalistic desires that I canāt help but have. I refuse to believe any longer that God, if they are real, (which i do believe they are, and am saying they instead of he now) is a God whoās purpose is to control their very creations that they gave free will to. We were not given facilities and abilities to love and desire the warmth of another person simply to actively deny and neglect them in the name of self sacrifice. Indulging whole heartedly in the things that you want does not make you a bad person, it is practicing honesty in its rawest form. You do not need to beĀ ācleanā orĀ āwholeā to be accepted by society, or by God. Judgements and reservations are often born from fear. Fear is what separates us, holds us back from our hearts greatest longings, and stunts our ability to accept each other. And accepting each other was supposed to be the first thing the bible taught you to do, isnt it?
Hell is real and it looks like desire
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the most beautiful angel in heaven
asked me if time skeletons filled meā
a dozen or so naked disorganized even sky-blue tinged in this vein
my face and hair absorbed in meditation poured over them
a short time later Raphaelās skull covered the walls sober effusive promise of return
false childhood memories so skillful wait in a corridor
decomposed softness never answered
like the trumpet endowed with magic surprised slender and widely scattered
Seedtext: The Secret Life of Salvador DalĆ; Art by vavoir
Sintra, Portugal (by lightmeister)
It is better to know not-knowing than to not know knowing
East Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY 2020.
Polaroid SX-70 | Polaroid B&W 160
Painting by Heather McLean
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Erase everything
Pulling apart to find nothing
Endlessly tearing
CompulsivelyĀ
I need to stop
Shouldnt you be doing something else?
Lets think about that for a minute
Arent you bored?
Are you sure this is what you need?
Why is it always about what you need?
Do you know what you want?
Would you believe me if i told you?
Would you even try if you believed me?
Wouldnt it fall through if you did?
Would it matter anyway?
Oh god, is this what youāve been doing?
Lets think about this for a minute
Its three in the fucking
You only think about yourself dont you
Are they good for you?
Are you good for them?
Letās think about that for a minute
Arenāt youā¦
Hey whats that behind you