And Water Them Everyday ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

"The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get."

—Joanna Hoffman

A song so dank, it’s almost blank.

Broken pieces put back together, glitches remain forever.

This lone world, couldn’t be much cold,

Without you closer to my skin, dead is what I should have been.

Sometimes I feel it’s better this way, suffer in silence and just don’t say.

Maniac thoughts and foolish persistence, much less pointless existence.

None can know the pain I feel, for it is me that it’s making me kneel.

A song so dank, it’s almost blank.

Forever is a petty word baby, for it can whenever turn into maybe.

Imagine the worst that you can imagine, because in the end, lost stories always win.

Who are you to play these lines, look at your heart and hear it’s whines.

Sure you thought you had it all, but in the end, you saw it all fall.

Who’s to say this is the end anyway, feelings don’t change, come what may.

It doesn’t last, it never lasts, and it’s that much hard to say it’s in the past.

A song so dank, it’s almost blank.

Love is a complicated word you say, you fell right into it anyway.

And don’t blame the fall sweetheart, for it will fix you as much as you break apart.

Don’t blame the one who didn’t stay. Who knows the future anyway.

However mad be the thought of never letting go, never ever say no.

Because that is what will save you baby, from all the things you think “maybe”.

Love won’t save you nor will that person, but darling you’ll have a reason.

To live the way you thought you never would, with the thought of someone who made it good.

A song so dank, it’s almost blank.

@vyshnvy

Berserk (1990) Illustrations: Kentaro Miura

“i promise to love you on days you can’t get out of bed because you are too tired to do anything, on days tears won’t stop pouring down your cheeks, on days your smile won’t be visible and all you can do is staring into the depth, on days you won’t be sure about yourself anymore. i didn’t choose you only to love you on good days, when you’re happy and full of love, but because i will love you every day, the good ones and the bad ones.”

— I love every side of you

my favorites in all the movies

like i quite literally have never been more passionate about anything than i am about the human race’s invariable desire to tell stories and the fact that we always find a way to do it, through spoken language and written language and body language and visual art and theater and poetry and oral tradition and a million other things. there are so many things we take for granted about the human experience that we never stop to think about but i really want you to take a step back and consider how fucking amazing it is that our need to tell stories transcends all boundaries of time and geography and borders and language. it is one of very few things that is legitimately intrinsic to human nature and i will never stop being completely in awe of humanity for that.

Me

i gave up, on me

im my only mine

and i gave up on me.

i have no value

and there's no worth to me

my efforts & my work

has proven nothing to me

stranger in the mirror

becoming more unappealing to me

i was my only mine

and i gave up on me

we were great together

for brief of time

it was a fun 'we'

i wasted our time

like gold but free

guess I'll never know myself

and whats holding me back

is this the voice of someone else?

or a deliberate devil inside of me?

well, i should not bother

and get used to things

as they are, maybe.

because, it's my ability

to not change, and waste my youth

probably.

its snowballing downwards

absorbing and destroying everything

the end won't be peaceful

the end won't be prettty

i owe my life to someone else

there is nothing in me

i was my only mine

and i give up, on me

id rather jump into a supermassive black hole instead of taking my life myself