aplainoldsoul
aplainoldsoul
Glory in Rust
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aplainoldsoul · 5 years ago
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Streams of thought in the mind are intense when I let them flow.
In the last few days I've had like a shit load of inspiration and a few nightmares..
Some content is decent..
The rest is really emotionally turbulent.
Some of it's bizzare and almost like flashbacks to other dreams that the brain seems to be filling the gaps with content..
I feel like most of the content is scrap emotional reactions to old damage anyway like nightmares and trauma.
Some of it I could maybe work into something at some point but it mostly seems negative. Only a few parts of it I think other people might enjoy.
Subconcious Is just scrambling away from thoughts of suicide atm so it's doing anything it can to maintain some sort of control.
Sometimes the imagination gets ahead of me and I have to spend hours slowing it down and correcting whole scenarios and situations that it invents for a narrative filler.
I feel like the emotional content even if I could make it something entertaining it would be mostly traumatic.
All my thoughts and feelings are sad and sort of just not what other people feel.
So I feel like the stories would be lost on people and misunderstood as something other than what I intend them to be.
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aplainoldsoul · 5 years ago
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Remind people that you love and value them. Or else you’re kinda being a piece of shit.
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aplainoldsoul · 5 years ago
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Mt. Yasur Volcano in Tanna, Vanuatu🌋
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aplainoldsoul · 5 years ago
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Chondrus Chrispus A suggestion For breathing Issues
#medicine #kungflu #ashaman
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aplainoldsoul · 5 years ago
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The Upper Plate..
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aplainoldsoul · 5 years ago
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aplainoldsoul · 5 years ago
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Used this beauty as a pillow for like 5 minutes was getting attached to it.
Could have legit fell asleep on it.
Dunno what stone it is, possibly blue agate according to google but maybe not.
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aplainoldsoul · 5 years ago
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Soul Borg 009
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aplainoldsoul · 5 years ago
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Personal Quote
The Way is Simple.
The Seed.
Buried in dirt.
Patiently grows into a tree.
Be like this.
- R. D. M.
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aplainoldsoul · 5 years ago
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Valleys of Smoke
Fires
Huddled stone to melt copper and tin, iron and more.
They stand like houses.
They work inside as a Forge.
We are like, to this.
Like to metals in fire and stone.
Companionship and love, bonding and connection.
These are our small fires within.
We are thrust into and pulled out of many.
Beaten by life and dumped into a cold bucket.
But these fires though they make us soft for a moment only add to the depth of our strengths.
Though we are not swords.
Still.
These warm huddled moments.
These times of togetherness.
The moments we share.
These are our fires.
Without these i fear we may become brittle over enough time.
Too hard and unyielding to cope, leading us to break.
To shatter.
- R. D. M.
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aplainoldsoul · 6 years ago
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gundam+sm haha by zhang han
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aplainoldsoul · 6 years ago
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Love me Some Cats
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Custom Neon Signs
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aplainoldsoul · 6 years ago
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Library Görlitz Germany
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aplainoldsoul · 6 years ago
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The Prayer
Every wolf coat.
Killed a wolf for his jacket.
Every bear coat.
Killed a bear for his jacket.
We are not these animals that were worn, unlike you, you wild dog.
We were the killers of killers, those who prey on the predators.
We always have been.
We consume that which would consume us.
When Wallace skinned a man and wore him as a belt this was no different.
He saw a wolf who walked as a man, broke him, skinned him and wore him like any real man would wear a wolf.
Our Gods are Men.
Whether you come from Odin or Aen Dagda you know the truth of Father.
Our Fathers are men.
Our Gods were Fathers.
Not Dogs and Lions.
They were men.
Men the world once loved.
Now your teeth are soft and your bark is loud.
So weak from the mothers milk hidden in your concrete fortress away from the heart of your gods and our origin.
Every blow I land and every drop of blood I draw is In prayer for you.
To restore the God in you.
My kin.
My heart.
My Suns.
- R. D. M.
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aplainoldsoul · 6 years ago
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aplainoldsoul · 6 years ago
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Airships!
O, My Heart!
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YAN CAN
canyan0tokay​
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aplainoldsoul · 6 years ago
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Stalvo
It's fencing, but not.
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