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ilovejavierpena · 4 months

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#narcos #pedro pascal #javier peña #tortured soul

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life-imitates-art-far-more · 2 years

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Hugues Merle (1822-1881) "The Lunatic of Étretat" (1871) Oil on canvas Located in the Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

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javelinbk · 1 year

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Michael Hutchence, 22.01.60 - 22.11.97 💔

#can’t believe it’s been 25 years #not the beatles #but he reminds me of john a lot #beautiful man #tortured soul #amazing songwriter #sex on legs #michael hutchence #inxs #inxs I need you tonight #inxs new sensation #inxs never tear us apart #inxs live at wembley #live baby live

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fallingprophetically · 1 year

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What if Brahms were a poet? Would he write something sweet and from the heart? Would his words be gentle and soothing? Would he use metaphors and hyperbolic phrases?

Or would he write them to be harsh and from the darkest corners of his mind? Would his words be cruel and disturbing? Would he use analogies and idioms?

Or would he write both brutally and from the heart; kind and from the deepest recesses of his tortured soul?

Would his words be both magnificently deranged and softly abrasive?

Would he use metaphorical analogies?

Would he create a new type of poetry?

Would his work become famous?

Would it be taught in classes by teachers who either care about their work too much or not enough?

Would he be looked at as a beautifully broken man whose parents had failed him. A man that the world had failed?

Is he had a better outlet for his pain, for his emotions, would he be a better person?

Would be still be as broken as the porcelain doll he pretends he is?

Would his parents finally love him?

#the boy movie #brahms the doll #brahms heelshire #stinky wall man #tortured soul #poor baby #poetry #wannabe poet #my crappy writing #late night thoughts #random ramblings #slasher fucker #slasher lover #wannabe writer #mypost

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forensicated · 3 months

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#gina gold #roberta taylor #jeff stewart #reg hollis #beth green #louisa lytton #tortured soul #the bill

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idoart-2nd-account · 1 year

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One of the best things about being a demon is getting to “play” with all the poor damned souls :>

(I was bored)

#Demon #Demon oc #oc artwork #my oc art #tortured soul #demonic

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blue-eyed-banshee · 9 months

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The mind its own worst enemy... it can bring joy, passion, happiness, peace, and clarity, but it can also bring grief, sadness, hopelessness, anger, resentment, rage, and passion.

The mind is manipulative. You don't know if you can trust your own thoughts, your interpretations, and your beliefs.

It can love, be passionate, happy, but sometimes, it's fake.

It can torture and creep up when you least expect. It can bring ruin to families... and yourself.

The mind is a double-edged sword, but you can learn to weild it for good... or for ill.

With any weapon; it takes practice to use and time to master.

But you're never in control... no matter how experienced you are. It can damage and hurt whether that be yourself or those around you.

You're never fully in control. IT controls you. It binds you with chains and forces you to live either the worst moments of your life or your best.

#poetry #poetsandwriters #goth mun speaks #can I rest?#tortured soul #tortured mind #the fractured but whole

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euesworld · 2 years

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"Good morning, may life be gentle on your tortured soul.. may life be soft for you today, and may the smiles drip like honey from a overflowing beehive. I wish you nothing but blessings.."

I wish upon you a hundred hugs each softer than the last - eUë

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fuchinobe · 1 year

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Sakurahills Disco3000 (2000, SMEJ Associated Records, AIJT 5069)

#DJ Spinna #Christian Urich #tortured soul #house #deep house #pickups💪

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kentuckymud · 1 year

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As of late I'm walking towards the edge looking down with no ground insight. The screaming in my head flood my mentals sight. The darkness in my eye are not for the mirrors delight. This chemical imbalance with invisibility twisted with anxiety is desperation by depression that won't let me breathe. This mind fuck and body dump leads my soul to a damned version of ecstasy. The touch I once felt is now forbidden to me. Locked away and they melted the key. The sun's warmth feel so foreign like a exotic window to and uncharted world. The moon's kiss feels ever tear upon my cheek. My love and heart is strangled by fog and vines. My life isn't a dream but a nightmare of a tortured tease...