i guess im just a piece of shit undeserving of someones time even if they like talking to me. i just like to blame and got a blame demon attached to me so i guess thats who i been talking to all my life these demons that want attention and human love i see how thats really wrong and i should be ashamed i get it i understand. i just have to do whats right for me in a world where nothing is amen shalom gesundheit

I'm making my escape from the salt mines at noon. Don't try to stop me. I'm on a mission from God!

I think my Japanese tutor has the hots for me! Its like an anime, this wont cause a love triangle I swear!

A friends teen fam member tried to commit s*icide recently and the first thing said was she only cut her wr*sts thats not a real attempt. I had to think about the thoughtsin my head in that moment. When I was that friends teen fam members age I was a cutter, still got the scars and to hear it be simply dismissed as it was "just her wrists" baffled me. She's in hospital for the next while but.. I hope they take it seriously because to hurt that deep... if your hurting please dont let it swllow you whole.. reach out to someone and if you know someone hurting like that don't judge or dismiss. You never know whats going on in someones heart and soul and what pain they might be enduring.

#Greeks #Hellenes #Stoicism #Rome #Roman_Empire #Politics #Strategy #Emperor #Caesar #Marcus_Aurelius #Philosophy #Antiquity https://greekreporter.com/2025/08/15/greek-stoicism-rome-political-strategy/

#haunting #Smurl #poltergeist #ghosts #Warrens https://vocal.media/horror/the-smurl-haunting-a-family-s-terror-and-the-warrens-battle-against-darkness

Systembolaget tomorrow atleast Three big Strong ones.

#videogames #retro Does anyone remember that epicness?

The Pulse That Outlives Me Since I was small, my hands have itched for the weight of something new, the warm breath of an idea still wet from birth. While others chased nights strung with music and lights, I chased the hum beneath my ribs— that low, holy vibration that says: Make. Make. Make. I am not afraid of death— only of silence, of the stillness that comes when the last word dries, when the last color fades from my palette. Some people fear missing the party. I fear missing the next perfect shiver of creation, the one that seizes my spine like lightning, the one that says: Here. This is yours. Make it real before it slips away forever. Even as a child, I knew my bones would be dust one day. But a poem— a song, a shadow on film, a brushstroke on canvas— that could outlive me. That could keep my voice whispering in the ears of strangers long after my name is forgotten. So I make. I bleed ink. I sweat pigment. I dream in shapes and sounds. Every piece is a fragment of the monument I am building to outlast my pulse. And when I am gone, let them find my works scattered like constellations— each one a flare I sent into the dark, each one still burning, still warm, still breathing my name. https://www.blogger.com/u/7/blog/post/edit/7919007891465025240/49843031849199149

[TheYellowKing] [Nines_Rodriguez] [DismalWynter] [Plan9Channel7] Time for a taggin'! You people should post more. If not for me, do it for the money, fun, and the good ol' American way. Mostly for the fun money! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91imIiUFYAk