Our world is corrupted.
Humans kill humans.
The planet is sick.
Infected by a virus : humanity.
Utopia, dreams, hope.
Illness, pain, despair.
Existence, fractals, time.
White Rose was right, we spend our time chasing after it.
Time is only a conception imagined by humans, to control.
But existence is out of control, harmony and chaos are in constant disorder ;
On the smallest leaf of a clover, drops sparkle in the moonlight.
Neither big nor small, neither rich nor poor, is deprived of the shine of the sky.
Things are like that.
We're in 2022.
LINKS
Wasteland Nostalgia - Ergo proxy
archives
DRAW-BOX PROJECT
walloftext
The Dusk in us - Converge
Sorry, having bad music taste is probably
my best quality.
Also I am extremely sorry for
my bed English
OC SHIET
This is the underground
\(*• w •*)/ cool stuffs will
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this is a picture of my cat
near a dead frog in a jar (♡)
My cat likes to bring random dead animals
or insects and hide them inside the house.
He's my best friend and I like to meet all
the creatures he hunts.
[Listening to : Prelude E Minor op28 n°4]
Focusing on art.
Walking.
Dioramas.
Calligraphy.
Learning new words.
Ascii art.
Entomology.
Playing piano.
Making videos.
Having a stable mental state.
Drawing on digital and also on paper.
Smoking less.
