Life Is All That We Got,ours Not There's.

Once, I was a fisherboy— happy with everything that happened.

It’s all behind me now. Everything that happens intimidates me.

Someday, I’ll reach the great lakes, become a fisherboy again, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll learn to enjoy what time offers me.

Fisherboy

If they really are bad people to them, I think, personally, I would cut them off. I believe friendship, beyond help or fun, should at least aim to be good—something one can lean on without judgment. So if they don't get that, then what is it for? Maybe the escape here is to stop the pain they cause.

But that's just my take, not something they should rush into. Plus, thanks for being there for them. Step by step, without forcing things, you can help them realize how some of what they do might hurt others. Slowly, gently—I’m sure they’ll overcome it, my mate.

guys

what does it mean if you hurt someone

and

you don’t feel anything

…

asking for a friend

…

After all, writing isn’t the whole damn world. Fuck this writer’s block.

I’ll walk around, watch Béla Tarr or Andrei. I’ll call Joyce she never runs out of words.

Or I’ll sleep it off, because I refuse to let a blank page make me consider the unthinkable.

10 posts

10 posts

10 posts

its all easy

when you just do it.

Peonies on caskets. It's all yours. your wait your study. Engulf in your time and if it kills them you can as  well send them condolence messages and lovely peonies to be put on there caskets.

Some bloomed in the same loneliness

that mutilated others.

hey, come on, there is nothing more blissful than crossing the bridge instead of jumping off of it.

Art by @kmcvisuals

We have been given this one life, what much can we do with it apart from living as our hearts crave.

We have been given this one life and sadly you can’t live it all within the game of risking yet, confusingly those who risk it at most get out totall liberated.

@lifepath25

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Compiling Mirthday feels like walking through a forest of thoughts, deciding which trees to let grow and which to prune. This book is my heart in prose and poetry—a map of solitude’s hidden trails. SOLITUDE AND LONELINESS, TIME AND CHANGE, INDETITY AND EXPECTATIONS, THE ABSURDITY OF LIFE, MENTAL HEALTH AND SOCIETY EXPECTATIONS all loom in atleast all the pieces i have so far collected .

feel free to be a part of this experience here and its free mate.

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You have been numb and dumb,

isn’t it time you said something for yourself ?

It might matter mate

It might be a change for us but mostly a

spark to take you there were you image.