and corinth was my jambee, a bespectacled pride was nothing to write home abo...

story book letters

best day in my life

[Verse] Born into a pack There's no choice but take orders to attack Locked up in chains, I get fed But the hunger still remains Not content to live this way Being led by the blind Got to plan my dispersal Time to leave them all behind [Hook] Breaking out of my pain Nothing ventured, nothing gained I'm my own master now Bear the mark of my scars Shedding blood underneath the stars But I will survive somehow [Bridge] Ooh Ooh [Hook] Hear me howl Time to leave them all behind I'm my own master now

wait... if we're gonna die anyway, no matter how we die, even if it's disobeying orders, it all means nothing, right?

An Ancient Tome full of forgotten Memory

Scenes of a man's life with bad fortune -8

Scenes of a man's life with bad fortune

inverted, narrative dramatic form by franz von stuck

bonzai tree on an old desk, close up, home lighting, dark old carpentry room backdrop, blurry background stuff, film grain, 3 3 mm, high detail

day of the tentacle

find meaning in life

a selection of things that I do not need in my life

memories broken

this place is for regular peoples who have average behavior ( no more sins and not adequate good for heaven ). they can live at here like countryside life. there's no facility tool for improve their life. everything use their own power to create. they will sent to born if time out.

a simple dreamlike field with no trees or buildings is an expansive empty space that makes me feel free. there's nothing to obstruct my view or get in my way, and i can just imagine what it would be like to run and play. it's a place where my mind can wander and explore, and where i can feel at peace with the world. sometimes i just need

i am the girl who spends hours huddled in a corner of a library, trying to find what you love the most about marlowe, just so i can write you a poem worthy of shakespeare. i've made books my lovers, hours my enemies and you the only story.

someone stole my crocs from my carport - w 1 0 2 4 - n 9

bonzai tree on an old desk, close up, home lighting, dark old carpentry room backdrop, film grain, 3 3 mm, high detail

ant life, life story, super quality, powerful detail

Anything that has a shape will crumble away, disappear We belong to the circle life of all creation We crawl and deny ourselves, refuse this evidence that we project our greatest fears on death and forget our power I want to live my life in close touch with the sacred Pacify the disturbances of the mind I face my own death

barnacle infestation

I'm like an empty bottle Drained of everything left in my mind Checking out life on the dark side Riding down the road 'til the end of time

what is the meaning of life?

mansion in style of Day of the Tentacle