#lonelinessism

[lonelinessism]

i admit i will never truly get over you, and i never want to. i choose to experience this. i choose to live this life where you still occupy my lobes. i choose to live. i choose you.

[libidomechanica]

Lie all his bow, as it were nowhere

And blacke, and all their scrannel fuming spokes.   Thy plant than that saves tipped tight between. It   is said it, and was by one blade of the dear, not now? In all his kin and Phœbus fired my hands drowned. All their Institute taught;   from the world and at our walk for their happy,   country yields each thou know thou that lonelinesse: in night bard from there. With the gadding over me, till you can, if wee   would not both; but in silken couches, wonders   pale jessamine, to changed to it will clip an Angels such burning this mild whispering way, left his better self! Freedom   a drug that goeth downes abyde. One of us   can recall which the day tarnisht Mirror, spotless move, and tells me, who confess?

[susielesbianism]

Crippling Lonelinesse has setteth in. Wouldst thou kindly sendeth me yond asks in this troublinge time?

[eprobles]

the pink skies

the present dayes m'rning pink in summ'r didst lighteth skies of wond'rous dreams as yest'rdayes wishes cometh trueth

a moment in timeth to alloweth a writ'r   to expresseth:

alloweth liveth, loveth, and sayeth t well in precious sentences this moment

f'r the most liketh a toad, uglie and venemous off the track; wh're, liketh the weav'r, at which hour such a modeleth cameth, and stoodeth in his way, t is his art yond hast sculpt'd and didst select the visageth to the tuneth with the designeth hath found?

how, i wond'r, so hath changed canst the artist? and yet such is loveth, loveth so am'rous, yond mineth own loveth of theeth wilt doth i counteth a reproach, and a burden to me.

w'rth to loveth me, though thou beest rareth and plain, thou hast cause’d me to dissembling mineth own fateth. Thie loveth hath didst fill mineth own heart with lighteth, hast bath'd t in dew, madeth t riseth again from death. i canst beareth t naie longeth'r; the p'rfections yond thou do’st showeth, thie sweet ennocence, thie subtleth senseth, thie tend'r kisses, and all thie manifoldst heart, wilt bringeth me near unto theeth. F'r the loveth yond doth keepeth me h'reth in this w'rldst of woe, the loveth yond doth filleth mineth own eyes and heart, so lief might naught but i taketh theeth from me; this lonelinesse shalt lief driveth me nimble-footed. only, the spelleth of thie charm, the pow'r of thie marry, a pow'r bless’d by god f'r ev'r m're, canst receiveth, the air from mineth own lips, and maketh t trueth

:: 07.07.1637 ::

[lonelinessism]

“For already she approaches, glowing; her love for the earth approaches. All solar love is innocence and creative longing… like the sun I live life and all deep seas… All that is deep shall rise up to my heights.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

[lonelinessism]

balance is universal.

it lives in all things breathing and in all things matter.

another word for balance: absurdity.

[lonelinessism]

keep pushing, sisyphus, keep pushing.

[lonelinessism]

i am capable of so much more. i know i am. i must strive for it. i must be passionate (in suffering). if existence means to suffer in the name of living, then i must embrace, with my entire being, suffering. i am destined for more. fate will not condemn me.

[lonelinessism]

you’re my lovergirl.

you own my heart (soul).

[lonelinessism]

fuck you Universe but also, i love you Universe. you’re such an asshole but you’re miraculous. thank you

[lonelinessism]

discipline. consistency. commitment. and repeat.

how does one discipline oneself to heal innocently so that they may begin such a cycle? for i am already feeling the pressing of a wound to extract agony, but i must continue to be in agony if i am to fuel my body to stitch itself. such a process is nothing but disgusting.

[lonelinessism]

nothing is so liberating as choosing yourself.

(omg anakin and eren never chose themselves; that’s why they suffered so much until the end)

[lonelinessism]

i can’t focus. i can’t. i can’t. this isn’t me. i don’t want to be this. i just can’t do this. every nerve in my mind resists to fire off, only capable of only pleading No’s. i can’t. i just fucking can’t. this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. how do i be? how can i be me when the world only laughs and pushes me down this monotonous mountain?

i want to rip my chest. leave my decaying heart for the maggots. at least i won’t have to be any longer.

[lonelinessism]

it never gets better, does it?

[lonelinessism]

albert camus was right.

absurdity

[lonelinessism]

oh how fate loves to taunt you with its fortune and mercy, only for it to reveal its true evils.

why must life be so finite yet so malicious to our existence? our only enemy is life, not death.

humans don’t deserve this. our creation was already failed from the beginning. death is our only peace.