Never-Ending Anger

I'm Adam. The only things that matter to me are Family/Friends/Music/UFC. I love to chat and meet new people. Follow for a follow I guess, ha.

wyllie-coyote:

peanutbummer:

exuberantneuropsychologist:

shmeeshed:

clevergenius:

the-diarrhea-of-anne-frank:

yea im a girl

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yea i play video games

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HAHAAHHA JK

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yea im a dude

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of course i play fucking video games

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HAHHHAHAHA JK im really a woman

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yea im a girl

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yea i play video games

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HAHAHAAHA JK IM OLD GREGG

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indeed i am a boy

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indeed i play video games

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HAHAHAHA JK IM A SWORDFISH

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Yeah I’m an trans*guy

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yeah I play video games

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jk I’m actually a dad

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IT GOT BETTER

(Source: iwishihadafather, via bambiandpixie)

el-mare:

A while back, my creative arts teacher and I were discussing what I should do for my final year 12 art piece. I told her about my fascination with the human mind, form and origins and how I was intrigued by the link between dream and reality.

We talked about possible projects I could do and how I could explore the unique link we share with our subconscious and we wondered if I could capture the point where the two bridges of reality and dream meet.

We discussed surrealism and semi-abstract styles and although both artistic forms stemmed from this link, I wanted my works to be raw and express something real.

I decided that photography would be my point of call and before long, I was inspired to showcase the link between my own dreams and reality, taking on the roll of a seeming self portrait.

For a week, I had a camera displayed in my room and it was set to take a photo of my sleeping position every two hours. Every morning after I woke up, I would record my dreams and see if they correlated with the photographs taken. Unsurprisingly, there was a profound link with the dreams and the position of my body as I slept.

Upon the analysis of my work, I associated certain emotions with my body language, and above are photographs that show an embodiment of love, lust, fear, anger and frustration.

I then sketched these photographs and added elements of my dreams. When I showed my teacher she was intrigued by the vulnerability of my body shape and without even mentioning my dreams, she was able to pick out the exact emotion that laced my dream and reality together.

I find it incredible how something so beyond touchable reach, can translate into our reality and have such a profound effect on our lives. How something that’s nothing other than chemicals coursing through our brain can cause such vivid expressions on the surface and erupt into this three-dimensional form.

"Scraping the surface" 

(via daisiesforyourthoughts)

[new text message/ 3:16 am]
I just drove 16 hours. I need to see you.

[new text message/ 2:09 am]
I’m drunk and I know I told you I didn’t want this anymore. But I want it. I want you. I’m sorry.

[new text message/ 12:13 pm]
Maybe if I could kiss you one more time everything would be alright.

[new text message/ 8:07 am]
Fuck. I shouldn’t have let you go.

[new text message/ 4:02 am]
Are you up? I miss you.

[new text message/ 4:05 am]
A lot.

[new text message/ 5:16 pm]
I saw something that reminded me of you and my throat caught fire.

[new text message/ 12:22 am]
I wish you were here.

[new text message/ 3:17 am]
I need you. Please call me back.

—9 texts I wish you’d send me even though I know I’ll probably never hear from you again  (via sedeuced)

(Source: extrasad, via greeneyedenvy)