Endings are the saddest part

lost-in-the-wonderland-madness:

There will come a day when you let your heart soften

And you will learn to trust again

frostje:

hello i am here today to not lose track of the art cheats i have discovered over the years. what i call art cheat is actually a cool filter/coloring style/way to shade/etc. that singlehandedly makes art like 20 times better

80’s anime style

glitch effect

glow effects

adding colors to grayscale paintings

foreshortening ( coil )

foreshortening ( perspective )

clipping group (lines)

clipping group (colors)

dramatic lighting ( GOOD )

shading metal

lighting faces

that is all for today, do stay tuned as i am always hunting for cool shit like this

(via lost-in-the-wonderland-madness)

lost-in-the-wonderland-madness:

And from our aching souls
We call for revolution

lost-in-the-wonderland-madness:

Put your hands
Around my neck
Paint my skin purple with bruises
And leave me gasping for air

Grab me by my hair
Hold me underwater
See the last breath leave my lungs
And rise from the water as a bubble

Pierce my skin
With your blade
Use my body as a canvas
And turn me into a work of art

Light a match
And hold it against my flesh
Let the heat consume me
And watch as I incinerate

Point a gun to my forehead,
and pull the trigger,
let my blood run the streets
In the name of revolution

Return me to the Earth
from which we originate
and see as I am reborn
As wild flowers

Just make my death poetic

lost-in-the-wonderland-madness:

Trapped
Under darkness
Drowning
No air left
Fire burns in my lungs
Consciousness fades
Then finally, oxygen
I breathe in-
Rebirth
Life flows through me again
Suddenly,
Pulled under
Submerged
Somethings in my mouth
My nose
My eyes
All I can see is darkness
All I can smell is rot
All I can taste is death
As the oxygen leaves my lungs
And I’m drowned
The cycle continues
I’m pulled out again
And I cough and gasp for air
But I’m starting to wish
The darkness will win
And I won’t find myself
gasping for air anymore

lost-in-the-wonderland-madness:

To the world
He was a rat
Garbage
Filth
He was a disgusting mutt
That nobody wanted
He was a trailer park junkie
He was a leech
He was every 
n a m e  i n  t h e  b o o k

But to himself
He was a king
His cardboard cylinder tube
Left over from when the paper towels ran out
Was his scepter 
His paper hat 
Made skillfully, with careful precision
Was his crown
And his imagination
Now that was his throne

To the world
He was an idiot
Brainless
Dense
Unintelligent
He was obtuse
He was witless
He was stupid
In every language
From every country

But to himself
He was a genius
A mad scientist
No words
Regardless of where they came from
Could convince him otherwise
He was the smartest person alive

To the world
He was hopeless
A lost cause
He had no future
He was a nobody

But to himself
Nothing stood in his way
He was a doctor
A lawyer
A scientist
An archaeologist
The weight of the world
Could not drag him down

He was invincible 
The destiny others created for him
Was thrown aside
and ignored
So he could write his own story
Because most importantly
He was a dreamer

lost-in-the-wonderland-madness:

You let the government poison your mind
Fill it with lies
That money is tight 
And the war on poverty must wait
Not the war a thousand miles away

So that both here and there
People are being laid in their graves

Except there,
Coffins are child-sized 
Because murder is only illegal
When it doesn’t involve 
A government scheme

But really, is it?
What’s the difference
Between murdering someone 
With a gun
Or starvation
Or lack of treatment

That one is more disgusting
More violent than the other
How do you put a measurement
On the cruelty of a murder

Is to the the extent
Of how much one suffers
Or
The amount of blood 
In liters

All the same they end the same
Another person
Ripped from the planet
Their death excused
By government propaganda

Welfare queens
Junkies
Terrorists

What’s a better what to defend your hate
Than with hateful lies
To ignorant ears

You’ve given another name to murder
One that suits you better
You call it justice
Or even self-defense
But where’s the justice for
The starving man
The murdered woman
Or the child left without a mother

Is it only given to those you award it
Or when you benefit

Through this countries existence
It’s preached on thing
Liberty and justice for all

But can you still be singing that same tune
When not all have had justice
And liberty has become a joke

lost-in-the-wonderland-madness:

Poetry finally added

lost-in-the-wonderland-madness:

Your words
Left deeper scars on me
Than any knife
Could ever try
Because knives
Can only cut so deeply
Before they run out of flesh
To pierce
Your words
Left scars on my soul

lost-in-the-wonderland-madness:

Before you,
it rained,
everyday of my life.

Downpours
flooded the earth,
and the water
wiped everything
in its path
away.
And every morning
when I woke up
the world was new.

But,
once you showed up
and our eyes caught
for that half a second
and my heart stopped
so did the rain.

There were no more downpours
and no more floods
But there was you
and with you,
you carried the sun
in your smile
in your eyes
in your heart

And then,
for the first time
we spoke
And you decided
to share a piece of that sun
with me
and the warmth of it
was foreign, unfamiliar
However,
it felt safe

But when you left
the rain came back…

…and that was okay
It wasn’t a sad rain
It was refreshing

It watered the parts of me
that started to wilt
Because even though
you brought the sun with you
you also brought
a drought
And though your warmth
was addicting
you were also
keeping parts of me
from growing

So now,
even though you’re gone,
I know it’s going to be
okay.

lost-in-the-wonderland-madness:

Just as we were meant to live
We were meant to die.
And it is theorized,
there is a primal part of us
that seeks to destroy ourselves
and maybe
That is why I find myself still coming back to you

lost-in-the-wonderland-madness:

let me stare into the blue of the sea and pretend it’s your eyes looking back at me

lost-in-the-wonderland-madness:

Perhaps i am in love with you
Because a part of me
Is always searching to destroy myself
And you fulfill my most unhealthy desires

lost-in-the-wonderland-madness:

By the age of 13, the story of my life had already been written out for me, the first chapter beginning with a secret hideaway from our childhood, the smell of peaches filling the air, and one unfortunate event. An unfortunate event that created a dilemma for me- did I acknowledge the reality of my situation, or did I continue to pretend there was not a part of me crawling with sins. It wasn’t until I was 15 I looked my demons in the eyes for the first time, and accepted there was something worse than them; denying that they were there.

             There are two people from my childhood that made a clear impact on my life. One has crossed my mind every day since saying goodbye to them for the last time; the other I saw two weeks ago, for the first time in 40 years. I didn’t say anything, and I’m not sure if they recognized me behind the wrinkles of old age.

             For 40 years, questions consumed my mind: “How are you?”, “Is your family alright?”, “What has happened since the last time we spoke?”. But there was one question in particular I’d been craving an answer to for years. It was a pretty simple question, one word in fact: why? However, in that moment, seeing the old, frail body of my dying friend, I was no longer interested in answers, because regardless of what was said, nothing would have changed, and it was 40 years too late for closure or forgiveness. So in that moment, I no longer wanted to know “why”, because it just didn’t matter anymore.

lost-in-the-wonderland-madness:

The dust of your dreams lies in my wake
Reminding me of what you could have been
When the vigor of your life shook the earth

A time before that first crack picked at your skin
To slowly web into a labyrinth of fractured bits
While the origin of the first was lost in the others
And the little that was left of you
Was lost in the broken pieces

There was once a time flowers chose to bud in you
Rooting themselves in your soul
Coloring the very essence of your being
With a beautiful hue

Oh, the possibilities 
Of what-
Who!
You could have been
When you still dreamed of flying among the stars
And held the world in your fingertips