Artclassics - Je Suis Désolé

The days just blend into each other like a watercolour painting...

the goldfinch, donna tartt // illustration by instachaaz (ig) // selected poems by frank o’hara // the witcher, netfilx // suffocation, crystal castles c. 2010 // the diaries of franz kafka // diary, virginia woolf

It’s hard when no matter what you do it’s never enough...

That you’re never good enough

And they make sure you know it...

And it eats away at your soul slowly...

I’m trying my best

But they make it seem like it’s all nothing

........honestly,

I just want to be appreciated

Who’s like waiting for someone to save them?? Just me? Ok

There’s some days where I just want to disappear.

Like me and a bag with food, clothes, a notebook, a sketchpad, my art supplies, books and a camera and walk away for a few weeks at least.

And take a breather from my life

Inside every person is a story they wish to forget

"WABI-SABI"

For every happy person,

There's one learning about grief.

For every single dreamer,

There's one struck by disbelief.

For every colorful finger,

There's one with scars on their wrist

For every valley with a rainbow

There's some town covered in mist.

Good and bad have one common purpose,

And it is to keep you invested.

Beyond your world is a mystery my friend

You only have lies manifested.

Though sweet could be summer

And sour could be rain.

There could be grieving happiness

There could be joy in pain.

But before we see it ending we shall see how it begins

Or we might just feel like human and never know what it means

Carrying the weight of remorses and let downs,

looking up to the possibilities in coarse frowns

Cherishing the the glass of water when your house could be burning to the ground

Singing the song of hope when listening how death sounds,

Putting your faith into something that might just be empty.

Living your life on pieces when you might have

plenty.

Even though we know we're gonna lose here's to keep fighting.

In a deep dark ocean of time and space threads here's to the spark igniting.

title suggested by - @fooraa

I’m so lonely and emotional right now.... (๑꒪̇⌄꒪̇๑)

where do i sign up to have my imaginary lover snuggle close to my neck while i play with his hair and sing him a lullaby

"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall."

No one will ever break my heart the way my father has

Late

Tears filled her eyes,

She knew it was late (or too late).

The sky turned dark,

As she sat and wrote.

She couldn’t see,

Was it the dark or never ending tears?

As she wrote pages of her affection,

To her lover,

Who left,

And didn’t wait.

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