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๐‘Š๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ, ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘’๐‘ก, ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘“๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘กโ„Ž. https://www.neversleepagainstudios.com (My indie game studio)
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Being alive is like walking through a minefield and praying not to get blown to pieces while dodging hellfire as it rains down upon you. #poetry #musings #philosophy

if changes in the fabric of your society can tear it, then it wasn't that strong to begin with. #philosphy #metaphysics #poetry

The many steps taken before prepares us for the leap ahead. #poetry #wisdom #philosphy #mentalhealth #thetrevorproject

Oh, what a beautiful sight it would be to see. To peer at the entirety of the cosmos with eyes wide shut... And finally gaze upon an eternity of silence.

๐‘†๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘œ๐‘๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘› ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘Ž ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘™๐‘’, ๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘ฆ. ๐‘†๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘œ ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘”๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›. ๐ด๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘œ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ , ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘› ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘กโ„Ž ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘ .

#writing #philosphy #art #ernesthemmingway #authors #writers

A snippet of a creepypasta I wrote and eventually will rewrite for final print. #creepypasta #horror #stories #horrorstories #scary

Let us stop quoting the poets and authors of yesterday and give life to the wordsmiths of today. #poetry #writing #art

''Lonely hearts lead to dark, dirty alleyways with strangers.''

On the loneliest of days, I find you there. You are the waking nightmare. A phantom of happier days. To shake up my dreary daze, And lurk about my darkened room.

Onze Rouw โ€ขโ”€โ”€โ”€โ‹…โ˜พ โ˜ฝโ‹…โ”€โ”€โ”€โ€ข Grief can be suffocating. And so too. Love can rob us of breath. When the words cannot come. But instead, is conveyed through touch. So we dance around the notion. Of what it's like to be vulnerable in safe arms. Instead of the bed of thorns we're so used to sleeping on.

One day, on that disco room floor, I will find you. -Disco Elysium, in memoria