In Every Obstacle, We Learn How To Live And Die.

ART.

Art is an inspiration when you're not even expecting it to come and surprise you. Art is just a magical place where there is so much life to desire to,most of the times you feel like you're traveling in a lost and forgotten world with artworks and treasures called emotions,you'll find your peace because the ones who find the beauty,they see theirselves,when they find the doors of heaven,they form their peace inside them. Not many could believe it,but art is what's not always available on this world,it's connected with the spirit calling our bodies to set free.

Feelings.

Tired or not, who cares?

Sad or happy, who stays?

Harder to be sad sometimes

is like harder to be happy,

who else sees the other picture of me

trying to be someone else to chase?

In order to complete, we run in chaos

giving it a try to full ourselves,

happy isn't a gift, nor sad to be

we deserve to live

just like places in us

deserve to be free.

-t.f.s.

are user boxes still a thing? no idea. but i made user boxes as my contribution to the community. they're matchy, too!! you're free to use them- just say Aterios made it.

i'm open to making these under request, just send me an ask with the deity you'd like a box for!! please be nice, too.

gods in this post: Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Hestia, Apollo, Artemis, Ares, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, Athena, Hermes & Dionysus.

Scary nights.

Fears enter my room

air blows my way,

odd scent comes,

dead men haunt

to capture me.

-t.f.s.

Source: apocalypse dream.

Get drunk and tell me how you really feel

Sometimes i think that your eyes are poison and it makes me go out of control.

-t.f.s.

“Do more things that make you forget to check your phone.”

— Unknown

𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑹.

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴,

𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳,

𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩,𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭,

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭.

𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦,

𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺

𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.

𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪'𝘮

𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧

𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴,

𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩

𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘵,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴,

𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴

𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘴,

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥,

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘪𝘵,

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳

𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.