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There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis. My punishment continues to allude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing…
(via glassofjews-deactivated)
Daily Writing: Tiny Limerick
Your skin is as smooth as a pickles
When i see you my heart tickles
My glasses become foggy
The words get all soggy
But i feel like a shiny new nickel.
how tumblr people see themselves
how tumblr people see other tumblr people
(Source: scoutfinches, via iansomerhaldme)
First Maokai Gameplay.
(Source: leagueofbrogends.blip.tv)
Daily Writing: Window Washer
Swipe up, swipe down. A tired man, weary from the misfortunes of his life perched in the sky. Swipe up, swipe down. This motion is repeated constantly against these glazed windows. The soapy suds obscured the reflection of his persona, for that one second he could forget the demeanor of failure. Swipe up, swipe down. Inside the office building he could see all. High above the earth he soared on a dainty plank, most men would shiver at the sight but he would always look down. It was vacuous to him, his life is insignificant, a strong wind could shake and toss him down the ground. He would only have to be conscious for a few seconds before it was all over. Swipe up, swipe down. He observes the workers of the building. He never knew what they did. They looked busy was all. At lunchtimes they disappeared from their desks, some stayed and chatted. He saw the abrupt bursts of laughter when one would tell a story or anecdote. Swipe up, swipe down. It’s enough, weighting him down all day, a feeling of uneasy fear. From time to time it welled up inside of him, the dread and malice. This time it was intense. Swipe up, swipe down. A burdensome feeling was pushing him downward. It wanted him gone, off toward the ground.
I’m having one of those moments where I don’t know what to do with myself. No activity sounds interesting to me.
(Source: assassinofjoy)
