Ever Have Those Shitty Moods When You're Mad At The Entire World And At Yourself For Basically Existing?

This is a composite of meteor images captured during the Perseid maximum in the morning of the 12th of August 2016. Image credit: Michael Nolle

Over the Garden Wall

Led by the mist by the milk-light of moon, all that was lost is revealed. Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring, but where shall we go, and where shall we end? If dreams can’t come true, then why not pretend?

Old scketches

"Dancing in a swirl,

Of golden memories,

The loveliest lies of all,

The loveliest, lies of all."

Fall is getting nearer and nearer which means it’s almost socially acceptable to watch over the garden wall and obsess over it again

Might fuck around and create a fantasy world in my mind to distract myself from the pressures of reality.

Someday

I will be

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Fyodor Dostoevsky's manuscript draft of The Brothers Karamazov. via twitter

Over the Garden Wall

Chapter 9 - Into the Unknown