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Sabo should be half blind canonically. And i need a gag with zoro’s poor depth perception, too.
Also, i think about how tall sabo is, in comparison to the straw hat pirates, often.
Day 2710th of trying to be happy in your happiness
Day 2710 of failure
An ember in the ashes, Sabaa Tahir
I can't remember when there was a time where I could say that I was fine with out lying. Nothing seems to motivate me besides failure, and nothing will get me to state how I feel. Because I'd rather waste away like this rather than let you worry about if I'm alright.
I'm just not fine.
"The world is terrible and the only job I can keep is selling my art. Let's try again."
Too many artists, oversaturated market.
Ai Bros fucking artists over.
My normal style isn't something most people would be interested in.
"Let's make a new style that isn't overly common to see, so we'll stand out more."
Several huge artists with similar styles.
Their stuff is more polished than mine.
"Guess I can't do this either. Goddamn it."
Literally describes me perfectly 😍
,действительно устал 🛸`
;(
ℯ𝓈𝓀ℯ́𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ́𝓈. >>
The fear of failure, what a beautiful thing (not).
i call this one “mood”
Life is more about failure, and also learning from them. Success is attainable for all of us. So, Learn to fail and fail to learn.
Tried to look at stars through my window however couldn't see anything I blame British weather, while my neighbour hid in my bed because it was cold
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wanting to fade away forever is like waiting for the wall of paint to dry— staring at it until your eyes burn red with dryness, and your legs are cramping with every breath.
it's wanting to solve every problem with the solution of not being here anymore, waiting until you fall and your bones crash with the cement.
it's crying until your throat turns within itself and you can't breathe and you're forced to scream inside yourself. it's crying when you get a breeze of air in your hair, and your cheeks turn cold because they've been hallowed out by being so gaunt.
i've been wanting to fade away recently.
I wonder if you know which song is about you, which letter is written for you, which smile comes from you, which gift under the millions were from me.
Wait no— you don’t actually pay attention. Because last time I asked how you liked the gift I sent you, you forgot it was from me. So, I stopped asking.
So, I stopped texting, stopped calling. and there was silence without your laughter. Laughs that weren't meant for me.
@stanley.murkland @shredded.union
You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact it may be necessary to encounter defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it.
Maya Angelou (via recoveryisbeautiful)
Every word I say
Everything I do
Everything I see
Every taken move
Constantly reminds me
I am this misery's root
the words you make me say
when the waters in my lungs
and i am drowning
and falling
are the words that hurt the most
but they are the words
that make my mind ache
with the buzz of the most deepest sincerity
you told me to live
and to feel
so i experienced all those things
without you
but for you
because you told me to
because of you
i stayed afloat
- BrontideRaven
Every day, I feel like a failure. No matter how hard I try, I keep falling short. It’s hard not to feel like I’m losing at life. 💔
Im a failure.A disgusting piece of shit.I shouldnt even be alive but here i am taking up so much space...
What more foolish than to believe happiness is the ultimate ambition of a society whose very foundation is built upon a thwarted craving for meaning and its pillars insatisfaction ? Unhappiness and insufficiency are the driving forces behind economic expansion. The horror of contentment, the very notion of it is injurious to capitalism. So, in a way, a constant search for and accumulation of wealth is equated with success and to not deliriously overwork oneself in the name of ambition becomes failure, or as an excellently absurd term puts it ‘wasted potential’. Perhaps the implication here that any ability to create or produce is disqualified to be of any value unless it is yielded in a way enabling it to be monetised is collectively unacknowledged by society, or consciously endorsed. A bit of prodding into this brings one to the despaired question. What indeed is humankind’s core want? Or in other words, what would compel a thinking person to serve bureaucracy if their fundamental need were met and a decent standard of living provided?
Also another thing that bothers me is the quasi-philosophical belief that suffering is somehow superior to happiness in both meaning and virtue. The dreadfulness of pain masquerades as intellectualism and, to borrow a phrase from LeGuin, the banality of evil is wrapped up in folds of mystery. The ideology that ‘suffering should be endured for the potential of a reward later’ (and not to seek any meaning in itself, which, although questionable is a manifold better reason to engage in masochism) is one that is encouraged and spread by those in power. This is an abuse of religion and an exploitation of people’s values done more or less solely for the purpose of keeping people perceived beneath them in check. This state of affairs is more prevalent than it appears to be at first glance and is a disgrace to the few who actually work for the welfare of people. This has been a rant. Thank you.