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Kai Straw - Delusionist Imaginarium
I pose a question
What's more evasive?
Love or the memory of dreams as we waken?
..and what's more feared than death?
What's two faced like a cheek to the mirror's edge?
So oppressive at it's end,
that it seems to be defying the obsession it begins
while the pessimist defends that it was never love
but this, in itself, could prove that it was
It coos at the barriers of sex
daring it to stifle the life within it's breadth
..yet crucified when assessed,
for at times, an enigma, it confuses and offends
pews in a church over two-sets of men
or the views of a congress on the age of consent
So I ask, what is this that's so mystic?
The last fantasy we accept, yet insist
What is love?
What is love?
Is it just another God for us
to dream into existence, like mirages of
crucifixions, Muhammads and Allahs,
to reclaim the sleep which our questions once robbed?
Is it a purpose? The lonely feel worthless,
so is this why we spend time searching to unearth it,
and those who can't find it receive it in their church,
like it's coming from a God if it won't from a person?
Oh, the tricks we insist upon,
to make magic seem like realistic thought,
it's like what's fictional or not
is defined by the comfort or distress it may cause
But is the question worth posing?
And If answered, could we find it for the lonely?
Then place it in a pill to deplete the "if only"s
that plague those who've loved or those who've never known it
The loveless, now is that just a sickness?
Waiting to be cured by a chemist in an instant?
A pestilence for those who are distant,
which symptoms are prayer for someone just to miss them
Or is it all just disappointing
like stars falling to the glow of a distant morning
made complex by it's witnesses,
like the dissection of simple arithmetic
What is love?
What is love?
I often wonder
what it's like to have your head in the clouds
I'd pay for this
delusionist imaginarium
Where love and God are like air and rocks
They'd brush my cheeks
and scrape my knees at least
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lets play a game called am i daydreaming or dissociating
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cliff dive
Standing near the edge on the tip of your toes
with your heart wide open, fully exposed
and there are so many words on the tip of your tongue
you’ve got so much to say but not enough air in your lungs.
Its hard to breathe, and even harder to think
your mind is tired, so you begin to sink
straight to the bottom, it shouldn’t take long
seeing as you’ve become so weak by trying to stay strong
and the weight of the world had been dragging you down
leaving you way too tired to keep running around
in search of yourself, so why not just drown?
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how do skateboard people get the skateboards to stick to their feet
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cold vision
This has always been really meaningful to me. It signifies the mindset I adopt when I am simply getting by, when I forget how to feel anything other than...tired. If I were to define it, it would be something like...numb to sensation, indifferent to emotion, and considerably oblivious to my surroundings. Depression never really felt like the right way to describe how I was feeling when I would slip into this state of mind. I was never permeated with sadness. If anything, I would feel anger before I ever stepped away from apathy. ‘Vision’ is representative to perception, as it portrays my state of mind. The ‘cold’ came to be because I always enjoyed spring and summer, I always felt fine no matter what. But there was something about fall and winter, when the world around me got colder, I seemed to freeze up right along with it. Even if I didn’t have a reason to, it just felt like I started looking at things with colder vision.
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cold vision / finding warmth
sometimes you get so used to being stressed and uneasy that you become kind of permanently calm, and its suddenly so easy to convince the world around you that you are okay. that because you are staying positive you aren’t struggling. because you are so calm there couldn’t possibly be a war beneath your skin. eventually you start to believe yourself and that is by far the most efficient way to run away from your problems instead of tackling them. it happens mindlessly, and can go on for weeks. in that time, you let a pool of emotion build up inside you waiting to flood your veins and swallow you whole. this. is. not. healthy. this is a habit, a vicious cycle, a promise at the end of every summer. when the temperatures drop, so do my spirits.
every year I get a little better at paying attention to myself, and dealing with the things that stress me out. I get a little more courageous about changing the parts of my life making me uneasy. every year I get better. no, every day I get better. the more time that passes the more control I realize I have. something about fall and winter that makes life seem like its hard to handle. maybe its nostalgia? maybe its the holidays? who knows. but I have high hopes for this year. for the first time, everything seems like it is headed in a good direction. I feel like I have everything I need lined up to keep me from falling into that weird, seasonal depression or whatever. I have a car this time around, I’m full time (and no one is fucking taking that from me this year), I make shitty money but it pays the bills and keeps gas in my tank, my sister will be here, and home will start to feel a little more homey (hopefully) and there will be less to feel nostalgic about. I’m getting paid to go to school so I don’t feel like I’m wasting time and it keeps me busy, it means I’m actually getting somewhere with myself, inching closer towards my goals. I’m comfortable in my skin, for once. I actually like who I am, and am significantly less plagued by animosity for the first time in a very long time. things are actually really okay.
and as much as I like to attribute my happiness to myself and make sure that I don’t rely on any outside source to keep myself happy, so that it can’t be taken away from me... I can’t fucking help but to express how incredibly happy my girlfriend makes me. its fucking unreal. I was happy before, but in comparison to how that girl makes me fucking feel, I was hardly content. I never expected any feelings to be mutual. never thought she’d take me seriously, for fucks sake I didn’t even think she liked girls. or me, more specifically. do you you have any idea how glad I am that I was wrong? everything about this relationship is everything I could fuckin’ dream of, for real. its like everything I had no idea I was looking for. I know, I know. thats fucking cliche and gay as shit. but I fucking mean it. the best people come into your life when you aren’t looking. thats exactly what happened here. like, what do I owe the universe to have come across someone like you? fuck.
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(bites lip sexily but really im just trying to peel this piece of skin off)
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streetlight manifesto: “sorry guys we’re going on hiatus!”
streetlight manifesto: once more into the fray
streetlight manifesto: the last good fight
streetlight manifesto: the last good fight: leg 2
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getting up at 6 am by choice: wow what a beautiful sunrise! the house is so peaceful and quiet. i feel really tired but i don't have to do anything but just sit here and enjoy the morning. what a pleasant feeling
getting up at 6 am because you have to: these covers draped upon my mortal coil have become the dirt above my casket. my corpse refuses to unsettle the earth to rise from its grave. i have been dead for centuries and have no intentions to assimilate once more into the tragic world of the living
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fuck a double text I’ll quad text u think I care buzz buzz it’s me again ho
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SCHOOL IS SOON
THAT MEANS HOMEWORK
RESPONSIBILITIES
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giant success masterlist
since i love you guys so much, i’ve came up with a huge list of useful success-related resources!! :’)
adult things
How to do taxes
Effortlessly receive rewards from online quizzes
How to vote
Find the right career
What political parties are
How to do loans for college
How the stock market works (and how to invest)
what to do when you can’t pay your bills
How to jump start a car or other basic emergency things
How to buy a car or house
management and productivity
form your habits
giant daily planner
tons of calender printables
more printable planners
more printables
medication-taking schedule
behind in school?
stop procrastinating
time management hacks
school help
what is that word im thinking of???
10 common essay mistakes
reading strategies
change small words to big words and vice versa
accurate citation site
How to get your best grades in college
The ultimate guide to college organization
didnt read that book?
strategic reading
How to write the perfect college essay
The ultimate guide to packing for college
solve math problems
scholarpedia
how to read shakespeare
“how to write good”
google scholar
essaytyper
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ok so there’s a game me and my friends play called “don’t get me started” and basically someone gives another person a random topic and they have to go on an angry rant about it and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us at parties and car rides so I highly recommend playing sometimes with your friends
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