Lashes heavily lidded with distorted cognitions.

Upon your steed my boy, we shall jump upon our horses and pillage the land. Strip it bare of it’s people, of it’s riches.
Come now my boy, for the sun is rising and our men weary.
The time to drink and be merry will shine it’s light down onto us again,
So rise to your horses my men,
We will ride out into the horizon, leave blood in our wake.

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When I die, please do not tell me to rest in peace. 
I will not R.I.P.
Whether in nothingness, and my state of non-existence.
Please think, I’m still fighting wars.. out there. 
And if there’s something,
After the ‘nothing’ as I cease my breathing, 
I’d like to think, your human words, would not bind my soul to the ground. 
Or ‘her’ eyes shut.
For if I do make it up there, 
and my ‘senses’ hindered to the awe around me, 
seems a nightmare.  

On another note though, What’s wrong with dressing as a male, or half male/half female entity (If you aren’t transgender)?It’s close-minded to assume it is being treated as an ‘outrageous outfit’ or costume, I can understand that motives may be gravitated around ‘shock value’. But female, or male, we both possess feminine and masculine features/sides, in our appearance and personality. I have dressed as a male before, not as a ‘costume’ or for ‘shock value’ but simply to illustrate the androgynous aspects of myself, and my more masculine self. Not everyone is the same person every day, different aspects of and traits to their personality can fluctuate constantly - people’s traits can contradict or compliment each other, I don’t believe an identity of self to be so categorized. 

On another note though, 
What’s wrong with dressing as a male, or half male/half female entity (If you aren’t transgender)?
It’s close-minded to assume it is being treated as an ‘outrageous outfit’ or costume, I can understand that motives may be gravitated around ‘shock value’. 
But female, or male, we both possess feminine and masculine features/sides, in our appearance and personality.
I have dressed as a male before, not as a ‘costume’ or for ‘shock value’ but simply to illustrate the androgynous aspects of myself, and my more masculine self. Not everyone is the same person every day, different aspects of and traits to their personality can fluctuate constantly - people’s traits can contradict or compliment each other, I don’t believe an identity of self to be so categorized. 

(Source: queersecrets, via drencrome)

wyldeart: Something I’m currently (and slowly) working on. 

wyldeart:

Something I’m currently (and slowly) working on. 

You’re the mentally strongest person I have ever met. Disregarding popular opinion, because I think the status quo is crazy. I think we are the sane ones. If reality is relevant, who is to say we aren’t the only sane people on the planet? Case in point being, I think you’re mentally strong despite objective opinions. I personally think you have an iron will, and I will not let anybody say otherwise.

—Luke Gadd.

(Memorandum for myself)

One hour down the drain.Theee simpssooonnssss.  

One hour down the drain.

Theee simpssooonnssss.  

My little bottled Terrarium, :) thanks luke!

The intrinsic ontogenesis of Salem’s entr’actes, and
the anticlimatic unravelling of reckless intellection and it’s disjointed similitudes.

coulrophobia.

The law is not justice.

But devotion!
Ahh, devotion..

You need to fascinate me.
Why on earth would I need to-
Shhhh! You must fascinate me. Or I’ll discard you.
Whaa-wh-
For fucks sake, shut up! If I can predict your responses, if you are typical, if you are boring, normal, uninteresting, in animated, lifeless. I’m sorry, it’s fact. We are ever-evolving, and God know’s, GOD KNOWS! I am ever-changing, ever-adapting, diverse, there must be depth. Else, what is the point. What is the point to your character-less existence. What point might there be to draining my soul for the sake of you - a boring, dull, pathetic, soul-less sack of flesh. I need adventure, I need chapters, no, a library. Yes, a grand library filled to the brim with pages, pages, words, books, chapters, endless, I need to be able to feed my thirst, but never, ever be able to quench it. Else I’ll move on, else I’ll starve.

—Comfort is nice, but there’s a fine line before boring. 

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