I'm N1 Painter Dazai Lover

experiencing a sorrow that is so personal is incredibly ugly. pain felt selfless is kind of poetic in a way but when you take it deep- when it becomes too personal, too painful only on your own behalf it becomes so ugly that it erases everything. you turn into an old pile of grief. they way you look- the thoughts. they will flood your brain and you'll scrunch your face in disgust, now you became entirely what you have been feeling. that is who you are right now; broken glass shards shoved under your bed, a sink full of dishes with flies flying on it, the never happening possibility of becoming someone- something. all the figs on that tree is rotten. this is incredibly ugly.

no one is ever going to want me

night owl

(my photos)

devote your heart.

do any of you also feel like there are at least five people watching over you doing things

just Sua with long hair ⭐

On that day, the viscera of God fell on the world.  Stringing itself up across the sky and into everything.

I think it's cute how so many art movements are simply called "new art" to differentiate "not like the old stuff". Contemporary dance. New wave fashion. Pop (literally popular) music. Art Nouveau. Modernism. Postmodernism. Even terms starting with neo- (neo-classicism, neo-expressionism) all are just saying NEW ART. And yet all of these things are now distinctive styles of the past. It's kind of beautiful how humanity never stops outgrowing itself. Art is a state of matter that refuses to sit still, old as soon as it is new, original upon its thousandth performance, new forever so long as there is someone who has not yet seen it, and old the second the artist picks up their instrument again.

we’re gonna be ok btw