the minute somebody tries to change you is the moment you realize that that person,
Put myself out there
Winner of the title “Idiot”
Boy did you make it seemed like it mattered
Shifting Cupid’s Arrow right towards His own heart
Every 12am of the fourteenth
4 weeks after January
"Voices in my Head" 3 hours & many correction tapes later. I just started drawing a few days ago. How did I do?
For this masterpiece I’d call it A Piece Of Shit because it didn’t turn out as expected. It’s twice as bad lol. I don’t draw at all but I tried.
"I might be crazy but it’s just business" - me telling someone who tells me that I don’t have the patience to be a lawyer off that being a prostitute earns faster money because person stated above just fucking tested my patience
Hi World of Tumblr, Ive been away for too long. Rarely updating - wait, never updating my Tumblr already. There’s too much to say, too much to talk about. I’ve been neglecting all of my blogs & it’s definitely time to get back up on my feet again. Words & pictures, personal thoughts basically & inspirations hoping someone would be able to relate? To get motivated? Inspired? You tell me.
& there I go again. Mumbling, writing incoherently. Well not exactly incoherent cause then you’d have to be there to actually listen to my mumblings. I’m really just typing out whatever that little voice in my head’s telling me. How ironic, without that specific little voice in your head you won’t be able to read any of this. In fact, ANY words in the world that you fathom according to the dialects you’re most familiar with. It’s like your brain talking. Whispering to you & only to you, you yourself & just.. You. It actually makes you wonder. Based on whatever that little voice in your head tells you to do, you do. It could be bad & it could be for the worse either. Psychological issues, I might say.
People would do crazy, bad things based on their own personal beliefs. It could be from the influence of a person they so very admire/desire/despise, you name it. The world is a funny thing.
Is it what the world does to people, or what the people does to the world?
It is definitely something to ponder about. Whether you’re brushing your teeth after you’ve woke up while you’re staring at your very own reflection, it’s extremely wonderful how your very brain starts creating scenarios on it’s own, or replaying you scenes of the past, the history.
Let it be, the scenes that hurt you.
Pains you to the depths of the core, to your very soul. Emotionally, or somehow physically, bruised. It could be the one where you either found out a tragic news of a lost of a soul who is either your family or anyone closely related - peace be showered upon them by the Almighty & let they be leading to the right path up above - or probably, something you saw which has the potential ability to disturb anyone emotionally? Traumatized, yes. Rape cases? Brutal murder where you unfortunately had to witness it either at a very young age or just witness it with your naked eyes? Probably isn’t capable of doing anything to stop it with all your might as both of your hands were tied by a rope that was too strong to break behind your back & just.. Completely useless? Or the partner whom you thought forever would be spent with & cherish each other’s love for eternity broke your heart, your utter soul, your dreams & thoughts & whatsoever shattered into tiny, sharp splinters that was too agonizing to even pick up even after you’ve mustered all your will?
It’s a very strange thing, pain. What it does to most people.
Younginnnn like a lil kiddo (Taken with instagram)