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“Man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. But to him who does not fear it, everything belongs. If there was no suffering, man would not know his limits, would not know himself. ”
- Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace
We really are hideous creatures, the scum of the world we live in.
If we think we're above any other organism, or even the dirt beneath our feet, we are sorely mistaken. We live such peculiar lives now, dancing around the faux feelings of one another in such a way that there is now an etiquette for cruelty and malice. Such disgusting qualities are now readily accepted and encouraged in our society, to the point where it is nigh impossible to find truly good and selfless people. Those that do manage to embody some sort of goodness are crushed, destroyed, ended by those who have no tenderness within them.
I used to be one of those people. But as I grow older I feel withered, eroded away. In light of recent events, I'm not sure if I can say I embody such a kindness anymore. I am now dead, empty. A cold blooded by-product of the environment I live in, and I am ashamed to still be alive.
- Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace
We really are hideous creatures, the scum of the world we live in.
If we think we're above any other organism, or even the dirt beneath our feet, we are sorely mistaken. We live such peculiar lives now, dancing around the faux feelings of one another in such a way that there is now an etiquette for cruelty and malice. Such disgusting qualities are now readily accepted and encouraged in our society, to the point where it is nigh impossible to find truly good and selfless people. Those that do manage to embody some sort of goodness are crushed, destroyed, ended by those who have no tenderness within them.
I used to be one of those people. But as I grow older I feel withered, eroded away. In light of recent events, I'm not sure if I can say I embody such a kindness anymore. I am now dead, empty. A cold blooded by-product of the environment I live in, and I am ashamed to still be alive.
Simulacrum
“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”
― Langston Hughs
I cannot help but smile, even if I am in more pain than I ever thought was humanly possible.
Sometimes all it takes is one person to remind you of how beautiful the world is, to gently whisper to you that everything will be okay.
I pass this whisper to you, my fellow artists. Encourage you to look at the world differently today, if only for today.
The Cold
“I've never killed a man, but I've read many an obituary with a great deal of satisfaction.”
― Clarence Darrow
Has been quite a while since I've been on here...
After Scott, what really sickened me was how much everything reminded me of how much I'd lost. I didn't even care that he was gone, that kid was easily the worst thing that corrupted my life. I missed most the love and care I'd put into things, my happiness, having someone to care for and care about me. For a while I was thoroughly convinced that I didn't need people to survive. But after that ordeal I'd been shown that I am indeed a social creature, and anyone wh
Lessons
"Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things."
― Arthur Schopenhauer, Parerga and Paralipomena
There is no emptiness like the holes in one's heart that others strip away and claim for their own. All your love for others bleeds away as you try to remember what it felt like to be whole... what it felt like to smile, to cry. I cherish the pain and sorrow because it is a small and dark reminder that i am in fact capable of feeling... which is infinitely better than not feeling at all.
As I go through life I'm constantly faced with the same sad fact: that I have to hide myself and wear a mask to survive. I guess I'm just
Blood in the water
"The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains."
― Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
More pain means more writing, and I have three at least halfway decent chapters to my book now. I thought about posting them here on deviant but i wanted to use some of the writing in an application to riot games as a design assistant. I'm not entirely sure if its safe to post all my work here >_> i wouldn't want someone to steal it... I have no idea how to copyright my work or anything either.
In other news, thinking of school... again. My dad is "ecstatic" at the idea but
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not having a good day? :C