shyshy

for he so loved the world, chaos befell our love. that is the dementia of deities.-shyshy

writing a story. calling it "waters of tartarus".

and there he was, falling towards his doom. in that instant he felt a strong sense of self hatred. this was his fault. he was to blame for his own demise. so, with a heavy heart, he plummeted calm and alone into the chasm, with the leviathans of the deep. -shyshy (maybe ill write a story with this as an opener)

and now, the wieght of our burdens crush us. we fall to our knees, and beg to die. -shyshy

and now, the wieght of our burdens crush us. we fall to our knees, and beg to die.

We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases. SIR THOMAS BROWNE, Religio Medici

cant sleep

noticed the complexity of human thought in depth

sleepy

JOIN THE NLR!

wants to go to school

in a grunge mood

needs sleep

feels like ****

glad hes home