Memes are the only salvation from the horror of existence

I fed him with my mind instead of my body

Nihilism is when there is no meaning in life.
Despair is when there is meaning, but it is unattainable.
Happiness is when you don’t care.

“I still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn’t know when to stop giving”

Maybe I didn’t lose you,
maybe you weren’t really there,
maybe what we were was simply
an illusion confused as love





Deep in the forest of tales
Following one of the glowing trails
Listen to the winds song
Telling of the fairy’s said to be gone
You will hear the men of the village
Tell of the bloody pillage
An end to the fairy’s so light
The magic surrounding them glowing bright
Follow the trails and dare not forget
Listen to the winds tales full of regret
It will tell of a single fairy, one so beautiful
You wouldn’t believe it true
Her forest bountiful
Her wings a bright blue
Follow the trail, see the lights
Listen to the tale, walking for nights
But if your heart is true
She will show herself to you
Her smile as she brushes your cheek
Will make you forget the long week
The wings so bright and blue
She will only show them to you
She will take you back
Handing you something wrapped
Her green eye’s will let free 2 tears
The only pain shown for years
In your hand is a seed
She says only with a heart free of greed
That it will grow, a forest so big
It will never snow, beauty from leaf to twig
Her eyes close as she gasps your hands tight
And in a blast of blue light
She disappears, dust flowing into the night…



How do you know, when you can call a place home?” When you’re able to turn off the lights.
And walk in the darkness.
Without holding your hands.
Out in front of you.

You’ll know you’re home.

– R.I.

I live more inside my head.
Rather than in reality.

Drowning ain’t so bad. Cause at least you know where you’re going.

If you knew that you were the root of someone’s happiness, would you stick around?

I present a shitty poem, by me:

Some things are better left unsaid.
Some things are better left inside, so they can only hurt you.
Because sometimes the truth hurts.
And if it gets out into the air it can soak through people’s skin,
And into their hearts, leaving a lasting burn where flesh once was.
So it’s better to singe your own heart,
Than to be the reason for someone else’s pain.

She gave you all the air in her lungs and you lost it kissing someone else

How many scars did we justify because we loved the person holding the knife?

If you only live once then why cry about life so much?

Love a little, lose a little and Dont take shit so seriously (specially anxiety)

I am but a grain of sand in an infinite beach.

“And I think the worst thing that happened for us is that we didn’t even get a chance. I didn’t get to prove that I loved you, I wasn’t able to kiss every part of your skin in the time that we had together. You didn’t get to experience me in the way you wanted, you weren’t able to figure out if I was the reverb you felt in your bones. This is our reality. I’m sorry.”

Memes are the only salvation from the horror of existence

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more.”
-Into the Wild

Life is 10% what happens to us and 90% How we react to it

Loving u was like navigating a dense fog. i convinced myself i knew the shapes of our landscape but when the sun broke thru the mist i realized i had been filling in blanks to comfort myself, and everything i thought i knew about us was alien. i left not recognizing what had made me fall in love in the first place.

If people can say “lol” without laughing, then people can say “i love you” without meaning it.

I wish people could drink their words and realise how bitter they taste.

I want my gravestone to say “it tried”. Because I actually didn’t but at least people will think I did



Constant kindness can accomplish much. As the sun makes ice melt, kindness causes misunderstanding, mistrust and hostility to evaporate

I dream of words, spoken into infinite space glittering on with heavy beauty, and shadow and no shame.

The problem with putting people first is that you’re teaching them to put you second

There’s nothing romantic about loving someone more than they love you. Love isn’t pain

Up until now I had sworn to myself that I’m content with loneliness

She wrote the fairy tale, she was too afraid to live.

I’m full of love, and nobody wants it

Better alone than badly accompanied

Do you think it’s possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?

If you were the moon, then i was the sun, if you were meant to bloom, then i was meant to burn

Do not bother holding on to that thing that does not want you, you cannot make it stay.

There is a name that escapes me. A thought that evades me. Finding you is like my fate that eludes me. If I failed to find you in the last life, let this one not be the same. For I will shed my humanity to bend even time and destiny. And if it takes a millenia, and the sun dies out, I’ll swim in space, in that supernova. And through the darkness I will find you, through the black hole, I shall follow.

I don’t want to be with half a person
I don’t want to be half a person
“I” doesn’t become “we”
It’s still “you” and “me”

Me: I’m okay.

People: Why just okay?



Hoping to fall asleep before I fall apart.

Idealizing someone can be one of the worst feelings ever. You ignore all their flaws until you build them up into a great being but then, you learn their flaws and are disappointed that they dont reach the standard you’ve created. But really it’s your fault that they’re disappointing to you.




A lonely star
Sits in the sky
It starts to flicker
and begins to cry

A lonely star
looks down on us all
It takes a step
and starts to fall

A lonely star
Falling down
like an apple from a tree
it still wears a frown

A lonely star
laying on the ground
it looks to the moon
a home it never found

A lonely star
whose light is fading
is cold and crying
She spent her whole life waiting

A lonely star
blinks her goodbye’s
her light goes out
and she slowly dies.

-Mikayela Dzenowski