Never-Ending Anger

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The Life of a Miserable Asshole:

I don’t know what it is about misery that just keeps you there. It’s like I enjoy being miserable. I mean you’ll probably read this and say I’m posting this for attention, but that’s not even remotely close to what’s happening here. Half of the time people don’t even think I’m mad, sad, or anything of the sort. I put on this mask that I’m happy, but really I’m just this big sad fuck. I try to be happy, I really do. Maybe I just have too much stress in my life? Maybe I need to get laid more often? Drink more often? I don’t fucking know, guys. What I do know though is I need to snap the fuck II of it cause this stress is eating me alive. I just want to be happy. But happy in a long term kind of way. Not a “today was cool” kind of way. I WANT 6 OUT OF THE 7 DAYS A WEEK TO JUST FUCKING BLOW MY BALLS OFF. That’s all. Alright, I’m gonna go sulk in my bed now. Bye.

If I can keep this a steady flow of action then I’ll be a happy camper. Teehee. 😏

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)