Individual-prisoner - Definatelymaybe

As a generation I think we should simply eliminate the prestige behind dark academia. I am broke. You’re broke. We are art majors. So, we should introduce Dark academia 2! (with less money then ever!)

Hehe🌚 <333

🌷 here is a flower for anyone not feeling their best today

💮"You are killing me, and you are keeping me from dying. That's love"💮

- | Mahmoud Darwish |

♠ You don't deserve something for what you'll pity yourself later on.

But oh!... if it's you, I would never mind losing myself into your hands eternally or for a thousand times, and putting my heart away in every pieces and pieces and present them in front of you to play with.

Why are they fighting?

Why are they fighting? Don’t they know there’s no tomorrow? It’s agonizing how we’re wasting our last breath Showing no glimpse of waking up before we will forever rest.

Why are they hating? Don’t they know love’s dead already? You ripped our hearts apart and threw the corpses away Pieces of us are now floating, we’ve been destroyed.

They prayed for peace once upon a time Today they’re holding the guns Pointing at all the past mistakes When only the present can save us.

I wonder when enough will be enough To understand all that we already know To open our eyes and see what we’ve thrown away And how we’ve turned the earth into a war zone.

It’s over now, the world is empty No residual signs left to repress The sky has fallen, we’re no one now Look what you did to us!

~ A. A. Roman

One such controversial yet selfish lookout of mine about life is, if it reaches its fullest potential or completion, through the involvement of others. Is it going to be incomplete, if we refuse to live for others? Is it going to be devoid of such potential, if we live for and validate ourselves, taking up things to understand and make ourselves joyful in a neutrally harmless manner, opposing the nature's law of, nourishing the upcoming. I claim my life revolvs around me, and me only. It is prooved so, I was born alone, and I'll die such. My life, will not end with the death of near ones, the ticking of my life will end with my death, my life is mine only, and it will not go in vain if i fail to be involved with others as much as I'm involved with myself I believe.

Losing lovable people who were worth living for, might bring misery, but life goes on.

Life goes on, certain people kill themselves if their loved ones die. Might be because, the idea of 'life goes on' without their loved ones, is the one that burns and stings inside the most. Its not only the absence of their loved ones that hurt, but the horrifying idea of their life "just going on" without their person. It's because their life, a keen parasite will choose to end with them. Neither before, nor after.

Something that kills artists:

🌸 Some people will demand the best of you since you begin, forgetting the passion and effort and the stage you're at. The misunderstanding, the rigid definition of "perfect" and "talent" that leaves no place for efforts, kill them. 🌸

PS: keep going! Efforts matter.💫

▪Picture Credit : Pinterest

Afterlife:~

As the blinking lights turned pale,

And pulse rate slowly failed

to evoke a wave of life,

Her eyelids, remained open under the light;

Her lips, breathed its last,

With her skin and blue veins, fading lifeless, fast.

Her last she could see, her last she could hear,

Great darkness engulfing her,

Her family screaming in tears.

A heavenly peace, taking over her terrestrial body,

Her pain melt away, shes now a dead old lady.

A beam of light, from somewhere afar,

Taking her soul away, glowing brighter and brighter.

She approached close, and the light showed her,

A life she had received,never lived so far.

Before her she sees a child,

Screaming in tears,

"None but her!", hardly she exclaims in joy,

Her heart dropped, looking at the broken toy,

Her favourite one, she held it so dearly,

No toy could surpass, the broken doll's beauty.

Again, being taken aback by the light,

She faces a thirteen year old,

With eyes glowing bright.

She was amazed by her new nose piercing,

She forgot how she scarred herself, silently bleeding.

Soon she was placed before her adult self,

She met a lady in thirtie's,

Disappointed she felt,

As she was too obssesed with a perfect marriage,

She missed her daughter's first walk,at a tender age.

Shifting back, at that deep darknees again,

She sees a mirror, and a wretched reflection starring,

She meets an old lady, filled with regrets,

Regrets of never living a life, that

she was gifted.

All her life she spent on perfections,

Crying over things, out of her

ambitions.

Chasing the unreachable, she never lived the life,

Her mind was clouded with

"If"s and "why"s.

Old lady at reflection,laments her biggest regret,

The unrelished life of discontent, slowly faded.

☆☆ It certainly makes me nostalgic,when I know how young I was when I realized it's not easy living here, and I transcended from living to surviving.

It certainly makes me unhappy, the person I see when I look to the mirror. She disappoints me more than people.

It certainly makes me brutal, how it's me, who knows every weakness about myself, yet turns them against me. Instead of delicate consolidations it burns me, with my flaws. ☆☆

•PC CREDIT: PINTEREST•