THE CHILLAKILLER
Compartiendo un poco de lo que soy, de lo que pienso y de lo que siento, ademas de alguna otra cosilla que se cuela solo porque me gusta, así de simple.................
THE CHILLAKILLER
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menjizen:

Visual Communication first project: combining two contrasting objects together. I made a mini series based on the theme ‘Adulthood vs Childhood’. or maybe I should call it “clash of different intoxicating things ” I love this multi-themed creation.
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meancutie:

china’s natural rainbow mountains
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euphues:


Devil’s Bridge, Worm’s Head Island, Rhossili, Wales by Deborah Smith

19:36// Please forgive me. I love you. Be well brother.
19:45// My heart strings are still knotted so tightly with yours. I have given you my all m. I love you. *sigh*
19:50// You watched my nude body days before having me put in chains. If I can forgive you, surely you can forgive me for annoying texts 18 months ago. We are human. We make mistakes. We made huge mistakes, but we learn, and our sweetness before the tempest has certainly been worth fighting for, you brilliant, handsome, incredibly stubborn man. I love you. If I could choose not to love you, this whole mess would not have been as difficult as it has been. Be well.
19:59// Just going to take a diphenhydramine and sleep. Life had so much meaning when we were in love and had a future together to look forward to. I am sorry. I can be good. Please forgive me. Nothing will ever compare to what we were at our best. I believe in us. Please do not keep your heart frozen forever. I love. Be well. x^3
Imagine, looking out over our garden, towards a large tree in the corner, our hypothetical children (or child and a friend) playing in the treehouse we built for them, our hypothetical cat Penelope mid-way through being hoisted up the tree, much as you played with your sister out the upper story window. I went with my father and brothers to get supplies to build a treehouse once. It was never built. If I am ever so lucky to have a family one day, my kids are going to have the coolest treehouse on the block. I am so sorry I screwed up S. I did not even know myself that spring, so out of my mind under the extreme conditions. Tears stream gently down my face, just to be able to make peace and say goodbye would mean so much to me. Anyway, I am always here and supportive of you and all that you do. I love you and I honestly always will. I am getting back into peak shape, will soon begin working again on drawings, applying for internships, looking into real estate. I can maintain a healthy balance between life and work. I was not thinking back then, just running on internalized fears. Please remember how sweet we were together most of the time. I am not that person I became and I swear to you never to allow myself to become that person ever again. What good is stressing myself out to the point of madness if, by becoming so miserable, I lose the very future for which I was working so damn hard? I am imperfect, but I do learn and I have changed. Please forgive me. Wherever you are, I love you and wish you sweet dreams and a productive tomorrow. There is always a place at the table for you. Be well m. However absurd it may or may not be, I truly and dearly love you. x^3
21:11// Got dissed by the researcher too. Once abused, I am always the blamed victim. I have lost all sense of self, first in “us” as you told me to, then whatever, I’m just crazy I guess, forever crazy and alone, ever the square peg. 
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