A Man Once Said, “a Man Once Said”

dude i wish i as that good at art 

What Do Virtual Worlds Tell Us About Our Own?

would I be fine right now if it hadn’t all gone wrong back then? 

Nicolás Lamas at Meessen De Clercq in Belgium at Meessen De Clercq in Belgium

regret

Nothing has been the same, nothing will ever be the same. Agony's distorted verbal attacks from the near but very present past, the calmness of the wind as it frisk the forest with its delict hands spreading an abundant amount of pollen as spring grows near and near. I ask the question of what will bring me back to clarity and normality but its not as simple as moving on or letting go you have to forget every last drop of blood that was ever shed the countless mistakes and hardships you've cost people. In this scope of matter and forms there is no longer a soul that knows me, now I'm just wondering to leave soon and be put to rest by decay of natural process. That's truly alone now I'm just a shell of who I once was my potential has fallen there is no other word that suites me more then regret. I regret staying a live for those I loved and I regret living, nothing will ever feel normal again not love not any relationships. My heart is nonexistent.

“ The ordinary man looking at a mountain is like an illiterate person confronted with a Greek manuscript.” - Aleister Crowley

it is not fun out there but its okay...more art i did for the instagram but i really like this one has some punk themes in it you know.

r.i.p :(

Saturn Devouring His Son, Francisco Goya (1819-1823), Breezeblocks, Alt-J (2012)