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DR. BERNARD T. HAYES
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dead-philosophy · 2 years
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spiderfilm · 3 months
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౨ৎ 💼 ㅤ𖦹
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axiseart · 11 months
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Goretober #31 - Sacramentum
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i-devour-words · 15 days
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I've noticed this awful trait in myself, and if I'm honest, in others too.
It's not the fear of losing people—friends, family, lovers.
What really scares us is the thought that they might be able to lead a life without us,
And that we’ll never know what happens in their world again.
When someone moves away from their childhood home, when a lover is lost,
Or when a friendship crumbles apart,
The worst feeling isn’t their absence.
It's the idea that they’re living a different life,
A life without us.
We won't know what makes them laugh anymore,
What keeps them up at night,
What makes them happy or sad.
And once again, it hits—our love, care, and empathy,
Especially for those we hold close,
Is often selfish.
It’s always about *us*, about *we*, about *I*.
At the core, I don't think we want much more than to mean something to someone, than to actually live for someone other than ourselves.
And maybe, that’s the greatest flaw in humanity I've ever come across.
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Note: Let's not force anyone to dedicate their time to us, actions have more value when it is on their own initiative.
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srisrisriddd · 3 months
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We Are Born Dead And We Are Content With It - Dr Devang H Dattani
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kiryiiiii · 3 months
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A thought.
To be honest, I could never imagine a world where the art, poetry, and literature never existed. Growing up, I have always been surrounded how letters can be moulded such into words, and that words can be moulded into something bigger, a picture.
It could be something beautiful, an emotion, giving it a deeper thought, art, poetry, and literature would always be something ineffable to describe
For instance, the art of song or music would come in, and the beat and the rhythm would coerce with the words or even the notes.
For some, they would use colors, the stroke of a pencil or a brush to overcome the overwhelming ineffability that they feel.
And for literature and poetry, well, these poets and writers have found a unique method how to let humans know that words are not just words, and letters are not just letters, for they explain something deeper. It is not just a language, but hundreds of years of history, and how it came to be.
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rendingrocks · 1 year
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...I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire... I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it.
The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
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lvckyuh · 1 year
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Shawn has a his existential crisis but he doesn’t have his own group of cockroaches to help.
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Maybe one.
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whyispaflsoaddicting · 2 months
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making a drawing of every ferry character (except for pafl) ever!
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its gonna take a while, but i really wanna make this as a tribute to every ferry song ever made! (again, not including pafl)
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DIAPSALMATA
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dead-philosophy · 1 year
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NEW ART UP ON REDBUBBLE
Now that art is about to become my full-time job (and not under the circumstances I would have liked), it's time for another promo post. Any and all support is appreciated and every purchase goes toward helping me to pay my bills and afford groceries. Thank you!
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nyktomorphia · 11 months
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Interesting, the point at which I ran out of ADHD meds almost exactly lines up with when I stopped uploading the Goretober drawings I was doing because it was too much
D16: Too Many Eyes? I don't believe that exists.
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axiseart · 11 months
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Goretober #25 - Fungus
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litchiteany · 6 months
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Face is the Index of Mind 🎭
In visage veiled, a silent tale,
Expressions play, emotions unveil.
Each subtle move, each fleeting glance,
A show of the soul's intricate dance.
In every smile, a story unfolds,
Each tear, a story untold.
The face, a canvas, painted with care,
Reflecting joys, reflecting despair.
Eyes that sparkle with laughter's delight,
Or peer into shadows of the night.
Eyes that weep streams of woe,
Speak truths words cannot bestow.
Lips that curve with love's sweet embrace,
Or tremble with sorrow's deep trace.
A smile, a frown, a silent plea,
Conduct the heart's true symphony.
Each furrowed brow, each quirked line,
Echoes of the heart’s design.
Through every crease and subtle shift,
The mind's reflection finds its lift.
And in the face, a mirror we find,
Reflecting depths of humankind.
For in the face, the soul reveals,
Its hopes, its fears, its deepest feels.
Gaze upon this human guise,
And read the truths within the eyes.
Though words may falter, faces speak,
In silent whispers, strong and meek.
So heed the truths that lie therein,
In faces, where the journey begins.
Beware what may reveal behind,
The index of the wandering mind.
JI
04-07-24
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