Triptych Of My Father. I Love This So Much Because My Dad Was Diagnosed With PTSD And Has Almost Made

Triptych of my father. I love this so much because my dad was diagnosed with PTSD and has almost made a full recovery. I believe these series of images portray the kind of thing that he went through using long exposure

“I’ve been staring for weeks At the cold rusted sheets And the broken down pillars Of the years that passed by At the cold depths of rivers…”

the amity affliction / h.m.a.s lookback 

Something about her spoke volumes to him, something about the way she let her long brown hair fan out around her as she danced around her room when she thought no one was watching.

|| Danced || (via just-another-galaxy)

Experimental poetry #poems #playing #words #love #idea #experimentalpoetry #blackandwhite https://www.instagram.com/p/B4dpiqRHnNB/?igshid=ryijbowabtjc

Reblog if you wanna build a snowman

It doesn’t have to be a snowman

You were not built by the kindest hands, but instead, torn from flesh and made into some thing to stir fear in the heart – or in the loins – of Neverwinter's hardy populace. You did your job, and you did it well. So, then, why did you yearn after what you were not crafted for? Why did your heart break against destiny predetermined? Why seek to whittle yourself down into something so painfully fragile?

You belong with me, burger

Experimenting with patterns. Anything to avoid doing my dissertation 🤣 #dissertation #help #procrastination #unilife #no #thankyou #imstruggling #andfedup #letmesleep #astressfree #lifeand #letmerest #forcryingoutloud https://www.instagram.com/p/CK49XCCnlPH/?igshid=1gr7swucd0pv3