New psych, new possible illness….just another day.

I took pictures while camping this past weekend. I’m sorry for the watermark. I don’t mind people using them or anything. Just not make money off it. I feel really bad.

Headwinds

The wind is singing

in the language of my fear;

it howls, long note, mourning drone, rattles the glass.

It is keeping me awake.

I watch the minutes tick by, listen

to the silence press tinnitus into my eardrums,

wonder whether, if ever tonight,

I will get some slumbering respite.

I doubt.

The wind is powerful. It does not knock gently

on the inside of my eyes, it

rages. My eyes are mere mirror - thus begs the question

what came first? The wind in my head

or the wind that I watch rip trees from their roots,

close bridges, turn rivers into rapids and seas

into seething cesspools.

Which came first?

Did I stare into the abyss and become what I could see,

or did this world look inside me,

and decide to show everyone else the turmoil…

the raw, unbidden emotion, the power of such love,

and hatred, exhaustion and fear

in equal measure.

Storms have a terrible tendency to destroy so much… and if,

God forbid,

when my mother named me, she named a storm,

I pray to whatever God presided,

do not let me lose that which I love

through my own misguided, fatal follies.

Prompts’ publishings are starting again

Its been mad the amount of support I’ve gotten in the last 2 posts and I’m super grateful to everyone who seems to have enjoyed it

I’ll definitely keep trying to improve so for now how a long time favourite of mine! The one and only GRIMMJOW!!!!

funnytwittertweets:

新年快乐! Wearing red panties in celebration of the New Year!

will ione ever update banana milk??? stay tuned

Just

My poems are my stutters. The feelings I couldn’t express in that moment. My thoughts on a cold winter night. My tear stains on your shirt but also like my poems. They are meaningless without you. You and me live forever in text but never truly poems. Just stutters, just words. Another tear… -Some0nereally

Heartache is lying on the bedroom floor, trying your damn hardest to breathe while at the same time wondering why it all went wrong and how you’re going to get up and pretend that everything is alright, and what the hell you’re going to do about that hole in your chest…yeah, that’s my heartache.

Tfw the jojo diu roleplay server you made is dry and nobody wants to talk jojos with you.

Nobody wants to join. Like im legit the only member.

Honestly if it doesn’t have anyone new in a few months. Im deleting it.

Im just both sad,pissed,and disappointed to all heck.

I do it for you guys

ispyspookymansion:

ALT

awyadraws:

-You don’t get better at drawing by avoiding drawing until you are better at drawing.

- You don’t have to make a new masterpiece every day it’s okay if all you drew is a doodle of a bug. You are now +1 bug doodle better at doodling bugs. 

- Also it’s okay if the thing you drew didn’t turn out very good. Everything you draw makes you one step closer to being able to draw good. You are still +1 step better at drawing whatever you drew no take backsies.

- You are the only person who knows if your art didn’t turn out as good as you wanted it to. You are the only person who can see the things in your art that weren’t what you imagined in your head. No one else will know unless you tell them.

- Comparing yourself to other artists just isn’t fair. You get to see all of your art, the best stuff and the worst stuff. You usually only get to see the best stuff other artists make. You don’t get to see that half drawn badly propotioned face they drew at 2 am and immediately scrapped. So don’t compare your badly drawn 2 am face to their best work.

- Just keep making art. The only way you can really fail is if you give up. 

I can’t keep a friend.

I can’t find a job.

I can’t study.

I can’t keep a smile.

I can’t eat.

I can’t make me happy.

I can’t be happy.

I don’t want to live anymore.

I’m such a waste of time.

I wish I could die without hurt my family, my babe, and my cats.

I wish something happen.

I really don’t want to die, but I can’t find something to live for.

I’m so sorry.

The Lord greatly helps me in times where I am heavily tempted to be unchaste (ie, when I get out of relationships). When invariably I do get rather silly and think I can find what I had in a relationship by going out and getting into a random hookup, 90% of the time the guy flakes out on me. I’m gonna chalk that up to grace and God saying “nuh-uh”.

phrases out of the book, edition 2

la ridícula idea de no volver a verte

phrases out of the book, edition 1

la ridícula idea de no volver a verte

everything i can see looking through the rear view mirror

pictures taken by me