Runecneht - 𝕽ū𝖓𝖊 𝖈𝖓𝖊𝖍𝖙

Love this guy, made him a lil thing. He liked it,

dude i wish i as that good at art 

What Do Virtual Worlds Tell Us About Our Own?

Small groups of protesters on Lesbos threw stones and firebombs at police, who responded with teargas and flash grenades. Photograph: Aris Messinis 

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“Quickly as the sun sets, watch the sky. Night whimper by as the sun arrest itself on the head of the horizon. Plain is endless as you cross see a man swiftly as you fall”

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Day (Le Jour) from Dreams (Songes), Odilon Redon, 1891, MoMA: Drawings and Prints

Lillie P. Bliss Collection Size: composition: 8 ¼ x 6 1/8" (20.9 x 15.5 cm); sheet: 17 3/16 x 12 3/16" (43.6 x 30.9 cm) Medium: One from a portfolio of six lithographs on chine appliqué

http://www.moma.org/collection/works/61845

Faded 

losing grip on reality seems familiar 

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12.09.20

regret

Nothing has been the same, nothing will ever be the same. Agony's distorted verbal attacks from the near but very present past, the calmness of the wind as it frisk the forest with its delict hands spreading an abundant amount of pollen as spring grows near and near. I ask the question of what will bring me back to clarity and normality but its not as simple as moving on or letting go you have to forget every last drop of blood that was ever shed the countless mistakes and hardships you've cost people. In this scope of matter and forms there is no longer a soul that knows me, now I'm just wondering to leave soon and be put to rest by decay of natural process. That's truly alone now I'm just a shell of who I once was my potential has fallen there is no other word that suites me more then regret. I regret staying a live for those I loved and I regret living, nothing will ever feel normal again not love not any relationships. My heart is nonexistent.