The Eclectist

Simple guy in a complex world.

Fuck emotions.

It’s happened again.
Enticing.
Sweet.
Soothing.
Gentle.

Putrid.
Poison.
Toxic.

Their heart -retracts- writhing …In pain.

How?

Why?


Time and time again.

They fall.

4

Me.

Can we just be friends?

Too much to ask!


Run.


I sit on a throne of broken hearts.

Beast.
Monster .


Should be relegated to a life of solidarity.


Ugh.

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Sometimes I find it incredibly surreal that I’m a living, breathing sentient being on this speck of the cosmos. That everyone I know , my family, friends, coworkers , pets, and myself will eventually die. That everything that was, and is will wilt , crumble , and fade - only to be replaced yet again in a different conformation. That life is transient and ephemeral , that everything that hurt me, angered me, excited me, inspired me doesn’t mean a damn thing against the backdrop of the universe .

Impermanent, Ephemeral , Meaningless…

Beautiful.

I’m so miserable.
I’m so tired.
I don’t want to feel like this anymore.
I feel like just giving up.
What’s life worth living anymore?
Nothing brings me joy anymore.
Why
Why
Why
Why
Wh
W

Young, beautiful, and pretentious-

That’s ok.

In the end,

we’ll be old, hagged, and broken under the weight of time.

Relish it.

—Me

Become friends with people who aren’t your age. Hang out with people whose first language isn’t the same as yours. Get to know someone who doesn’t come from your social class. This is how you see the world. This is how you grow.

—note to self  (via fashionfever)

This. Always seek to expand your horizons. Always. Life is multifaceted . We each see life under the light of our own unique experiences.

(Source: c0ntemplations, via onlyfashionable-deactivated2014)

I think human consciousness, is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware, nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself, we are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self; an accretion of sensory, experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody is nobody. Maybe the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction, one last midnight - brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.

—From “True Detective” (via ratak-monodosico)

(Source: journalofanobody, via wildcat2030)

Fuck.

I just realized how fucking ugly my profile is.
Can I just walk around with a mask on?
A margiela one.
Least till I get this shit fixed.
Jesus.