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i love the Port Of! of what???
OH MY GOD ITS THE CONK CREET--
uhh,, shoutoutt,, shoutout shadow the hedgehog? :0
uhh,, we're at the cornerr,,? of el camino and ponderosa,, aaand, we're going to-- in three-two-one-- sing a song about life, Three, Two, One, Sing A Song About Life (!!!!)
todayy, we’re at the Brother, Are-You-Proud'a-Me Basketball Court
OH MY GOD ITS THE CONK CREET--
uhh,, shoutoutt,, shoutout shadow the hedgehog? :0
uhh,, we're at the cornerr,,? of el camino and ponderosa,, aaand, we're going to-- in three-two-one-- sing a song about life, Three, Two, One, Sing A Song About Life (!!!!)
todayy, we’re at the Brother, Are-You-Proud'a-Me Basketball Court
I'm searching for the sense of my life
Where am I going?
見果てぬ先を思いながら
引き返すことは許されず
ただ、戦いを選びゆく
守るべきもの 信じるものは
数奇な運命に揺られ
薄く灰色に色づいた希望にすがり
この白夜も切り裂けと Cry out
Raise my sword
Freedom became thousands of flames
目覚めよ今この時
Raise my hope
嘆きは確かな希望へと変わるだろう
塞ぎかける曇った心が
踏みしめる陸を濡らしてゆく
消えない虚像に悶えながら
ただ、悲壮の大地へゆく
撃たれた刹那 目覚めた心
揺れる思いも打ち棄てよ
瞬刻に燃え上がる意識よ
望み繋ぐ揺るぎない刃になれ Cry out
Where am I going?
見果てぬ先を思いながら
引き返すことは許されず
ただ、戦いを選びゆく
守るべきもの 信じるものは
数奇な運命に揺られ
薄く灰色に色づいた希望にすがり
この白夜も切り裂けと Cry out
Raise my sword
Freedom became thousands of flames
目覚めよ今この時
Raise my hope
嘆きは確かな希望へと変わるだろう
塞ぎかける曇った心が
踏みしめる陸を濡らしてゆく
消えない虚像に悶えながら
ただ、悲壮の大地へゆく
撃たれた刹那 目覚めた心
揺れる思いも打ち棄てよ
瞬刻に燃え上がる意識よ
望み繋ぐ揺るぎない刃になれ Cry out
I think all humans have an innate desire (need?) to express themselves and feel connected with the world around them. Whether that be connecting with society, your close friends and family, nature, animals, art, or whatever it is you desire to connect with, we all just want to connect and feel understood.
We are a social species.
I believe good healthy self expression will lead to living a healthy fulfilling life and can produce beneficial personal growth.
But maybe the best way to understand how to express yourself is to truly have a proper understanding of yourself and your self-identity. You need to know HOW to express, or else you will repeatedly feel misunderstood and unable to connect with whoever or whatever it is you wish to connect with.
Idk, I’m just using Necro thread as my loosely connected thought journal at this point.
What is the difference between desire and need?
The deeper I think about things, the more questions I run into. Is there an endpoint to the questions, or is everything in life cyclical. Are all things interwoven and connected? Who knows.
We are a social species.
I believe good healthy self expression will lead to living a healthy fulfilling life and can produce beneficial personal growth.
But maybe the best way to understand how to express yourself is to truly have a proper understanding of yourself and your self-identity. You need to know HOW to express, or else you will repeatedly feel misunderstood and unable to connect with whoever or whatever it is you wish to connect with.
Idk, I’m just using Necro thread as my loosely connected thought journal at this point.
What is the difference between desire and need?
The deeper I think about things, the more questions I run into. Is there an endpoint to the questions, or is everything in life cyclical. Are all things interwoven and connected? Who knows.
i those chairs... rows upon rows of half-plastic and half-upholstery
funny modernity of warmly dimmed wall-lamps against the awkwardly dated painterly artwork beside them
eyes peering and peeling at the faces and gestures of attendants, their expressions and their actions-- they bowed their heads but i would always peek
searching for people of interest, trying to notice new or characteristic things... looking for people i thought were nice, people to talk to or youth to waste time with while waiting to leave in the aftermath
doodling idle escapism on memo pads
[°·.] are demonic, they said
i dont why i drew them because i very soon didnt care about [°·.] anymore
...i dont ...
funny modernity of warmly dimmed wall-lamps against the awkwardly dated painterly artwork beside them
eyes peering and peeling at the faces and gestures of attendants, their expressions and their actions-- they bowed their heads but i would always peek
searching for people of interest, trying to notice new or characteristic things... looking for people i thought were nice, people to talk to or youth to waste time with while waiting to leave in the aftermath
doodling idle escapism on memo pads
[°·.] are demonic, they said
i dont why i drew them because i very soon didnt care about [°·.] anymore
...i dont ...