It shan’t be so …
for me to Them, is comparable to them to Me.
This blog is a collection of my thoughts-not all, but some (obviously).
Sometimes I just want to lose my mind and get put in a mental institution and then I wouldn’t have to deal with anything anymore.
Some of it is true; some of it is fabricated, just like my sense of reality.
"Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think if fled, it may have become transfigure into a subtler form." -Ishmael (Moby-Dick).
for me to Them, is comparable to them to Me.
(Source: faggotfever)
taffypulller asked: I love your blog. I think I found you on the "literal" tag.
Thank you! :)
It is a perceived tension.
I recant the former statement. The tension simply does not exist. It has been warranted in my mind as a destructive ideal. However, it is, in fact, not ideal at all; rather, it is quite baneful. Perhaps failure is the only remedy for my arrogance.
Unrepeated contemplations have no meaning, for repetition yields significance in the life of a monomaniacal individual, whose sole existence [figuratively] rests upon the pursuit of one contrivance or object. To an individual who has not become mentally fixated on one idea, repetition produces redundancy and exemplifies the mundane. In contrast, an obsessive individual perceives constant reiteration as fuel for the machinery within his or her mind.
I like to form contrivances and somtimes, I create monsters to which I do not want to appertain.
This place is filthy
I will not die but live,
and will proclaim what the Lord has done.
— Psalm 118:17 NIV (via justtherighthumor)
My problem is that I actually invent my problems.
anxiety is taking off like a rocket.