#lonelinessism

[lonelinessism]

what if ‘new’ was something humans lost thousands of years ago and what we have now are just borrowed ideas? what if these borrowed ideas are a type of wavelength that makes us hold each other closer? to feel connection? in the grand universe of infinite, yet unknown possibilities, borrowing ideas is our way of feeling like we belong somewhere, like saying “we aren’t alone because we only have each other”.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Modern battles rules for an”)

But in a dream on that wonderful     and briefly pass’d, and maketh glories proceed upon     a smock: she broad estate,

and if the vale. Yet none want wings.     ’ She court compact of thy with the eyes wil be the worlds rare     delight. Modern battle’s

rules for an infant and phrase of     the yeares, who never against they say t was sleepe, as     they for the common loss;

but that makes a sad step, or under     the pigweed cracking it too has not your life on that     tranquil flower and faint,

understanding bodies bene     they’ll take a lady, if the care, where there roses of winning!     Fell in. Be, as all

that great. When still old age’s     tedium make the fayre eyes do not the fat froward to tell     why should let her come may

set our heads. The Two World I became     a weary. Who look appease, which I doo company     of Cain, is it? This pipes,

groaning the lonelinesse? They     share with which I behold thing therein, yet either greater     he! It seeme to a chair

wait too short, and make suspicion     oft in the immortal eye-glare of humanity—must     makes him staru’d: so place,

and faintly said: farewell lodged, but     deep mind—that if a star, thy selfe and polish’d sworn and would     shut up some confess’d—but

they could she began to signal     shake you need. To hear it not shrink from their haram force must,     and may brings came: seest, howe’er

this, and why shoulders talk’s     obscurity’ will I, on the key about to pleasure, and     policy, and to me!

Beneath my own head, and hate; and     grief and sobbed with thy sordid bounteous plight. I cannot hold.     Various as that evening

blossoms with some great Lord Love’s     rocks or the darkness, guess the loved the flocks for the root of     solitude: i’m martyr.

[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

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[lonelinessism]

remind yourself that you exist. that you are alive. that you are breathing. thinking. feeling. remind yourself that your worth simply comes from the fact that you are present in this space and timescale right here, right now. after that everything follows.

[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.