"I have stared death and life directly into it's eyes, I no longer fear it. Why do you think I'm blind, idiot boy? It is beautiful, and I crave to see it's eyes one last time." "It follows me everywhere. It wants me to drop dead. It whisperes endless promises of the vultures of demise picking the flesh off my bones un...
𝑆𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ？ Y̸̢̨̭̟͍̫͉͊ō̵̝̭͙̊ų̷͕̙͚͖̲̱̐̒̀̆̎̈͜ ţ̸̛̞̒̑̌́̄̽̀͝ō̵̝̭͙̊ų̷͕̙͚͖̲̱̐̒̀̆̎̈͜c̷̡̪̘͎̻̦̀͑̒̈̂̿̑̓̚͜͝h̸͎̲͍̉̉͊̈́̓̕͝ ţ̸̛̞̒̑̌́̄̽̀͝h̸͎̲͍̉̉͊̈́̓̕͝è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜m̶̜̍̄ â̸̠̋n̸͉̠̘̲̼̼̩͗͒̕͝͝d̶͇͆̓̂̆͌͛͠ w̷̲̐̋̒...
Science says the kindest people are always the loneliest. The countries hate their jobs. Oh no, they loathe it. It's so bleak, so bland, so sad, so full of misery. And one had the idea to leave it. With a group following the one to leave with the same detest for their jobs to make the world go round, they try to fl...
The sun is shining, the clouds are out. The flowers are in bloom. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙤. 𝙒𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙨? 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙨. ₮ⱧɆ ₳łⱤ ł₴ ₴Ø︎ ₵ⱠɆ₳₦, ₵Ø︎₥Ɇ Ø︎Ʉ₮₴łĐɆ ₩ł₮Ⱨ Ʉ₴...