Wounded King

Throw gasoline at me and set me ablaze. I will burn with the passion of a forest fire until I've consumed mountains and dried oceans. I will burn false prophets who speaks words of hate and negativity so that I may surround myself with people who burns...

[woundedking]

What's the point of living when you are at a constant state of loss, despite you best efforts, precautionary steps or hindsights? My life is nothing but a result of a chain of losses and that's human. But I don't want to be human. I don't want to be me. I don't want to keep losing. I want to indulge myself in tiny victories. Just once, I want a moment of my life to feel like a win.

[woundedking]

I just want to fucking be something good for you.

[yourownknife]

“Well, we’re all dying to meet our maker. But all our Gods have abandoned us”

Nihilist // Architects

[woundedking]

I never fail to be completely washed away by a immense feeling of gratefulness whenever I look at her.

[aliciatbe]

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[phantomrauschen]

BR 20////9  2.0

[saint--blog-blog]

[oekaki-chan]

End.

[officialshameimaru]

He’s had enough of being Number 2.

[woundedking]

Current situation

Locked in mortal combat with my failing body and exhausted mind. Tried hot chocolate and tiny treats, hostage situation averted for now.

[woundedking]

At this point my tumblr is only an emergency exit when I need to get things out of my head, like putting a letter in a flask briefly before I throw it out as far into the ocean as my arm can manage. I’m just so tired. I don’t know what’s wrong and I don’t know how to fix it. I’m slowly losing touch with everything around me and I can’t do anything about it. Things bore the fuck out of me, my hobbies won’t bring me the same satisfaction anymore and I’m constantly trying to find new things to entertain myself with but to no avail. Doing good things doesn’t feel as rewarding as they used to and doing bad things just isn’t exciting anymore. I simply can’t feel anything at all. I can’t even be sad over the fact that I can’t be sad nor happy. I’m just in an constant state of indifference and boredom. Something big and spontaneous needs to happen soon afore I’m completely smothered by apathy. I just want to feel something. I just want to talk to someone and just, talk. I just want to hear that one question.

[woundedking]

Goodnight, sweet King

For what, I ask, do I own the dissatisfaction? I can imagine a thousand reasons and think of a thousand more. For tonight, a most profound sadness has made an unwelcome appearance. An empty hole has been made clear again, and the emptiness shall remain as it always has. I have made great many attempts at filling this very abyss. I have filled it with lust, graced it with love and forced meaning into it. But to my dismay, it's abysmal dark seems unyielding to the pleasure of fulfillment. And in what shape does the emptiness adore? It's first shape is a thing of objective beauty. Which then bends into a thing that holds moonlight and laughter and lastly, it's reality forms a thing that threatens the sun to the brink of jealousy. 'Tis a treasure to great a burden to lose, and a burden it shall remain. For that is part of the punishment that has been placed heavily unto my chest, as it shall remain until someone utter the question that my ears longs to hear. For I am the Wounded King. My wounds may never heal and my kingdom may never rise. Until the day, I will remain on my sleeping throne in solitude until someone sees me.

[won-der-land89]

[explorree]

[grace--upon--grace]

Nabina Nazar

[i-wildest-dreams]

[renamonkalou]

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