Agreed

● The fact is, we often fail from the aspect of our greatest humanistic ability to build, communicate, and comprehend through the languages we build, only when a single line of a poetry or a simple muse, explain and understand us in such a perfectly satisfying way, that we couldn't ever do in all these years.●

Thanks for tagging me @alex-a-roman

So.....

1) My hands get warmer instead of turning cold while I'm anxious.

2) I stammer a lot while talking to new people, but can give a lecture on a topic I like for 2 hrs.

3) weird food combos for the sake of experiment (ate noodles with chocolate sauce and many more oddities; ngl it was tasty)

Don't have much people to tag still (no pressure) :

@drunkwithdionysus @lockedpov @xxx-wrenfinch-xxx @wordlywriter

We all have unique traits, quirks, & habits about ourselves. Name 3 lil' oddities about yourself. I wanna know everyone's mildly freaky sides.

1) I only eat cereal at night.

2) I'm ambidextrous

3) I'm a sleepwalker. (My Dr. said I should grow out of it, but I haven't.) No, I don't take Ambien.

I'm tagging some outrageously awesome people. Join in if not tagged; I'm bad with names. Reblog with 3 weird factoids & tag...You know the drill. 😁

@elizabethnicole1951 @rubenesque-dollyd-93 @s-usans-blog @moonstar-magic @crossdresserica @googleme420 @justhiitit @loveherallican-blog @lizzy52955 @justmeagain4 @laughing-with-the-wind @dark-horse-1 @cheflew @jamesternes @iamgroot65 @oshea52 @needingthatsomething @bluelady329 @diavolaangelica @wildrice3 @iamgroot65 @abymg @demeter1111 @wildrice3 @i-j0s @nadira2269 @artinwood54 @taoofhope @lorenzoci @bcourchaine

🍁It would be hard for me~

It would be hard for me act indifferent while I'm suspicious and sometimes right, all those pair of eyes in this open world are swallowing me whole while I do nothing but walk alone, beside the stand. It would be hard to breathe while I'm having that ache inside my chest out of anxiety when I listen about others and imagine, how horrible the judgment might be while talking behind someones back.

It would be hard to wake up early in the morning while only 24hrs seem like a huge unknown ocean of "what ifs" and "would happen". It would be hard for me to be lonely with this "bitter" version of myself. It would be hard, nearly impossible for me for not to care what others opine, for I used to grow up amidst compliments and I've learned "how people see us define ourselves ". It would be hard to walk with blacked out visions and endless palpitition almost through my ribs.

It would be hard to see myself being hard on this submissive entity, recklessly pushing herself off the cliff while maintaining that obsessive urge to be "perfect". I choose to be ordinary, I fear I might be inherently "weird" and I'll, along with all the people will judge myself for that.🍁

Pls I need sleep ☺

🌸No, keeping you as my favorite prisoner will never satisfy me. If I ever grant you freedom, I know you'll run far far away from me. You'll never come back in my arms, saying you loved it, being isolated with me.🌸

“If I end up in heaven and you’re not there, I’ll do all it takes to be cast out. - A. A. Roman”

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As a generation I think we should simply eliminate the prestige behind dark academia. I am broke. You’re broke. We are art majors. So, we should introduce Dark academia 2! (with less money then ever!)

RANDOM RANTS:

Every woman I see outside, on road, on public transport, availing metro, simply walking are so gorgeous, all of them are extremely pretty, yes ALL of them. I can't stop staring like, Miss/Madam/Queen/Femme Fatale let me worship you, every literally each of them with pretty eyes, beautiful curls, perfect nails, perfect kajal, even their dark circles make them look prettier, considering how strong it makes them look. No matter whoever it is, how stranger they are, I'll still can't help but admire (respectfully, ofc) atleast any one feature. I wish men could see women the way women see other women.

Why are they fighting?

Why are they fighting? Don’t they know there’s no tomorrow? It’s agonizing how we’re wasting our last breath Showing no glimpse of waking up before we will forever rest.

Why are they hating? Don’t they know love’s dead already? You ripped our hearts apart and threw the corpses away Pieces of us are now floating, we’ve been destroyed.

They prayed for peace once upon a time Today they’re holding the guns Pointing at all the past mistakes When only the present can save us.

I wonder when enough will be enough To understand all that we already know To open our eyes and see what we’ve thrown away And how we’ve turned the earth into a war zone.

It’s over now, the world is empty No residual signs left to repress The sky has fallen, we’re no one now Look what you did to us!

~ A. A. Roman

Truth hurts---

So does healing.