#abstract thoughts

[abstraction-clangen]

hello wishpaw, I hope this reaches you

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it's nice to know there's others out there. even if you can't reach them.

a little hope in the darkness.

#the abstraction clangen #abstract thoughts #no puzzle here #two

[majnundrawings]

"5-30" Title: “Whispers of the Labyrinth” read story below..

In the heart of an ancient forest, where sunlight filtered through the dense canopy like golden threads, there existed a hidden realm. It was a place untouched by time, where the boundaries between reality and imagination blurred into delicate wisps of mist.

Within this mystical enclave stood the Labyrinth of Whispers—a creation born from the dreams of forgotten gods and the musings of star-crossed lovers. Its pat ways were not carved in stone but etched upon the very fabric of existence. Each twist and turn held secrets, and every intersection whispered forgotten truths.

At the entrance, a guardian awaited—a spectral figure with eyes like fractured mirrors. Her name was Lyra, and she had wandered these winding corridors for centuries. Her purpose was simple: to guide lost souls toward their destiny. But Lyra harbored her own longing—a memory of a love that transcended time.

The labyrinth was alive. Its lines pulsed with energy, responding to the footsteps of those who dared to enter. Some sought answers—the cure for incurable ailments, the location of hidden treasures, or the name of their true love. Others wandered aimlessly, drawn by an inexplicable yearning.

One moonlit night, a traveler named Aiden arrived. His eyes held the weight of countless journeys, and his heart bore scars from love lost. He stepped into the labyrinth, guided by whispers that only he could hear. Lyra watched, her ethereal form shimmering, as Aiden traced the intricate patterns with reverence.

The first junction presented a choice: left or right. Aiden hesitated, torn between logic and intuition. The walls seemed to lean closer, urging him onward. He closed his eyes and followed the faint echo of a distant melody. Left it was.

As he walked, the lines shifted.

#art #doodle #drawing #artwork #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #black and white #abstract #original art #character design #labyrinth #art tumblr #artistsoninstagram #digital artist #doodlesofinstagram #sketckes #abstract thoughts #digital sketch

[miss-sinner]

The eternal beauty of ethereal horror and love mixing together to create the flowers of the uncertainty and wonder

The beauty that comes with the most intense, yet intimate feelings.

The thought of intertwining your soul with an unimaginable being before you, feeling their insides, understanding.

A scene that transcends just feel, but knowing, understanding, learning, and sharing.

Imagine embracing something that’s so unhuman, and yet understanding the one feeling they have

Love

And then feeling your own feelings mix within it. What kind of canvas have you two made? And is it something you can learn to understand?

#otherworldly #monster… love? #monster lover #cosmical beings #miss sinner is feeling philosophical again… #fear and love #abstract thoughts #miss sinner blabbers on again #inhumanly love #monster fucker

[euesworld]

"I am white trash, no cash having crack addict, if I could get some ass I would smash it without a prophylactic, bad habits, pulling rabbits out of hats but you won't have it god damn it, if you put your anus in my face I would reach and grab it, maybe stab it cause I know your ass is padded, I'm a bad kid, maybe something like the mad hatter getting badder and badder, so sad that I'll never have grandkids but just like Eminem said, that's just the way it is.."

Sorry everyone.. I'm having an abstract altered state of mind today.. romance will commence shortly.. haha.. I am just goofing off.. let me reboot my soul.. I am going through a lot - eUë

#goofing off #eminem #marshall mathers mention #white trash #funny #rhymes #ridiculous #abstract stare of mind #abstract thinking #abstract thoughts #unpopular #just the way it is #don't hate me #haha #i will cry #just kidding #haters hate #poem #poetry #poetic #poets on tumblr #poet #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled words #quoteoftheday #quotes #i suck lol #why so serious #i am not a professional

[siddhxartha]

Walking through the fiery blending of colors in the shaded sky. Emerging from the shadowy cloud of the trauma of the past. Following the trail of smoke, curiosity guised as death.

The fork in the road leads to either uncertainty or salvation; yet the cost of uncertainty is salvation, and the cost of salvation is existence.

To live life as it were given to thee; mind, flesh and spirit. To succumb to the flesh, to be burdened by the mind, and to be lost as the spirit. If not control the masses by answering the questions left unanswered, give them distractions instead to feign ignorance towards the mystery of life.

Damned if we do, damned if we don’t. Those who see, those who don’t. Those who try, those who fight. Those who pretend, and those who struggle.

Inevitability is impossible to escape, no matter how many times we circle in our cognitive loops. However there is but a single grain of truth in every piece of existence we fathom; even in the ones we don’t.

But to find answers in the impossible is the main attraction for those who seek the high. It is a roller coaster that changes each time you ride it, yet we always end up back where we started. This cyclic nature of existence, is it truly impossible to escape?

What are we truly to do if given nothing but existence? Who or what gave such a thing? Why do we even bother?— It doesn’t matter nor will any of the thoughts you spend questioning it.

It is like the limitation of language— a game of telephone. Such thoughts and feelings are repeatedly translated until it is nothing like the original source.

But even so, perhaps what we helplessly question is intended to be that way.

#poetry #abstract thoughts #existential nihilism #psychosis #dead poets society #abstract writing #existence #schizophrenia #young writer #deep thoughts #thirdeye #this is depressing #journal #philosophy #dark poetry #writerscreed #spiritualgrowth #nihilsm #interesting read #cynical #writers #writing #existential #existential despair #existentialism #nihilizm #nihilist #pls help #mdd thoughts #actually mdd

[vice-and-paranoia]

And then it dawned on me, I try to be the things that no one ever was for me...

#text #mine #lost in thought #late night thoughts #self-observation #life #living #longing #loneliness #lost #alone #abandonment #abandoned #abstract thoughts

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

dear diary,

Completed workouts and I find I am frustrated at my progress. I have to remind myself that things take time, the effort will pay off but can't expect overnight results especially when it comes to weight loss and keeping weight off. ~

I just want it to happen faster or think it shouldn't take so long and get annoyed at my weight. I feel like I am so fat today regardless of whatever others may think.

I need to be better at sticking to meal plans than what I have been lately or maybe I'll do a cleanse since that should help some too.

Sometimes I wish I were a natural beauty the kind that looks effortless pretty without makeup or cute clothes. I wonder if I invested in a corset if it would really help slim my waist. ~

I know beauty fades but I just want to be pretty. I don't like it when people tell me I am so mature or wise for my age. I know it's supposed to be a compliment but it feels more like a burden and as if to say I am not youthful. ~

I don't think people realize this maturity you so seem to see from me is because of various factors none which I am particularly fond of at the moment. Do you not see the fact that it is tiring to deal with overthinking matters, to think so much on various things to seemingly be the voice that always offers advice to those troubled, to always be the responsible person.

That's not to say I wish to be cold hearted although I sometimes wonder if I'd have less stress if I were. Nor is to say I wouldn't help someone if I could but even those who listen need comfort at times too. I want to be carefree and irresponsible too... it's just I lack the luxury of being irresponsible due to not thinking things through. When you observe how reckless and irresponsible behavior is often more of a negative than any possible positive how can I allow myself to do such foolish things? ~

It is not always so grand, to think of how life is and tell me how do you plan for a future when the future is unknown? When wars seem always to be present when every year could the the year earth ceases to exist be it natural catastrophe, supernova sun/outerspace disaster, man made creations that cause mass casualties, nuclear war etc.

I wish things were less complicated, why have a university system in place instead of trade? Like teach me what you know, let me work alongside you and learn the trade from you for xx amount of years at which point I'd be considered competent in trade like it used to be historically with apprentices etc. ~

#diary #diary entry #dear diary #my thoughts #workouts #weight loss goals #weight loss diet #dieting #meal planning #eating healthy #fintess #exercise #fintess and exercise #abstract thoughts #university #apprenticeship #skills #trades #education #beauty #model body goals #model body aesthetic

[witchcatyoshiko]

Dreams are wonderful and horrible

While I slept I dreamed of snuggling my kitty with love and affection and was interrupted by my other cat.

I spent just a moment confused. She was soft and warm and adamant as always but I knew she was dead. I remembered the screams and tears I had spilled for her and there she was forcing her way into my arms again.

I had her again and I cried into her little chest as she purred and I was so happy to have that moment to be with her, tell her I loved her one last time unlike the chance I lost when I didn’t know it was my last. She felt so real. She had presence when I hadn’t had that before.

I woke and she was gone. She had been gone, I knew. She was gone again. And yet I didn’t feel bad because I felt like I had found her. She hadn’t been in my dreams like my father had been when he died. She hadn’t shown up for me to interact with and cope with the loss, ease out of the loss. I didn’t see her in the background of my dreams like she was hanging around in peace. The times I did see her felt more like I was remembering her than her actually being there. But I finally felt like I had found her or she had found me and it was wonderful. I still felt like crying but I was also relieved that I had her again.

Just like how I believe with my dad, I feel like he exists as the part of him I held on to. The closer you are to someone, the more their atoms become your atoms and you can latch to their very soul so when they die they die with what they had but not what you had of them. That’s why sometimes it feels like part of yourself dies with someone or leaves with them and it takes a bit to heal. They took your atoms, they took the part of you they had latched to. But you have the part of them you held on to too and you can choose to let it go or keep it.

I kept dad. He lives in the part of my brain that kicks off my dreams so that when I’m dreaming he gets the world I create to hang around in. Sometimes he’s just in a restaurant I pass, sometimes he speaks up from the corner, sometimes I don’t even see him but he’s there, wandering around the background.

I’ve loved my pets but none of them have been in my dreams in that full way that I feel my dad’s spirit. I half thought it was because pets are passing souls. Souls relearning to integrate into life by first passing through smaller, shorter, lifespans and then moving on to becoming humans again. That’s why I can’t latch onto them, they have to keep all of them together to pass on.

But my Atta found me. Maybe I was missing her too much and she visited or maybe I held her too tight. Maybe I’m just coping with my feelings. Probably I’m just spewing nonsense. I hope I get to see her as her new form, whatever it might be.

#abstract thoughts #cats #love #family #what happens after death? #things i think about #dreams #spirits #soul

[abstraction-clangen]

Hi Wishpaw, save this for when you get lonely. (Because it probably will get lonely) and when your ready stick it on your wall like a sticky note. (The back of it is sticky.)

You are very nice and lovely and awesome and epic and wishpaw is a very cool name.

that's the strange thing about being here... no one mentioned the feeling of being watched.

it's doesn't frighten you though. it's almost as if someone out there is cheering you on.

#the abstraction clangen #abstract thoughts #no puzzle here #three

[exomorph]

Trash Texture ⚡

I made this tattoo almost 2 years ago and even though I have naturally progressed with my vision and technique I still love this project. It's one of those designs that I would be glad to have on myself.

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🛸 Can you guess what my reference and inspiration for this tattoo was? I want to hear your opinion in the comments below 👇

#berlintattoo #berlin #texturetattoos #abstracttattoo #tattoo #progressivetattooing #abstract #abstract thoughts #unique #tumblr tattoos

[tenth-sentence]

Mostly she'd talked of it in abstract terms: a place of sand and terror.

"Weaveworld" - Clive Barker

#book quote #weaveworld #clive barker #abstract thoughts #desert #sand #terror

[lady-khiaani]

THE FACT THAT everything as we know it is functionally dependent on arbitrary concepts like money and time.

#abstract thoughts #time is fake #facts #existential #Society #uncomfortablyselfaware #selfaware #adhd thoughts #adhd

[gen-toon]

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc jax #jax #tadc ragatha #ragatha #bunnydoll #I need to pathetically explain myself here and say this was just one of those go to bed thoughts I've had for a while. #It was an idea for the sake of daydreaming and I never intended to ever draw it but then it happened and I got carried away. #I'd honestly call this a bit of a un-headcanon lmao #None of us know at this point so any one of them could be close or not close to losing it. #Saying that I feel Jax seems like one of the more stable of the group and out of the both of them Ragatha is closer to abstraction if at al #But it's interesting to think if he actually isn't to some degree and there's more behind that grin I can't lie #And I wouldn't portray abstraction like this either I'd go about it differently. again just one of those fleeting throw-away thoughts #It ends ambiguously but you can decide what you want. I know how it ends. #I just got really into portraying the mood or cinematics without any dialogue.

[siddhxartha]

It’s the kind of darkness that makes you forget you could even see.

Exploring concepts that don’t even exist.

Walking in the outline of a circle.

Doomed into obscurity.

Craving nothingness.

Indecisiveness.

As if the scenery can be felt, and the pain of others communicates into words.

To see with someone else’s eyes, your impending death.

Confused with memories that were never your own.

Another version of you, hiding behind the walls.

Forever shackled to your dopamine induced, caffeinated cognitive prison.

~

#poetry #writers and poets #abstract poetry #poetic #existential poetry #dark poetry #abstract writing #abstract thoughts #abstract #emotions #existence #existential thoughts #existential despair #psychosis #creative #creativity #writeblr #writers #writing #young writer #deep writing #self expression #schizoid #schizo spectrum #schizophrenia #paranoid schizophrenic #deephouse #deepwave #deep thoughts #deep thinking

[velsatelier]

giving in

#based on the kiss painting by gustav klimt a little + heartmush who made their own version of it #which they depict it as a twisted love of sorts and i loved that… #i know the form of the abstract is so wonky and unusual but i did not know how to fix it im so sorry. #i like to think of this as maybe one of ragathas intrusive? thoughts of a sort #that her mind wanders that being abstracted would be so easy because trying not to is so hard basically… yeah #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc ragatha #tw scopophobia #my art

[vlindervin7]

realised yesterday just how often hozier actually used to sing about being not quite alive, not feeling like a person, about loving someone in a way that defies death and made him more alive, about suffering death for love. it's like he was constantly being buried underground and unearthed by love, over and over, which, while romantic in a way, is also incredibly sad. but i think it's interesting how his latest album (literally called 'unreal unearth') takes this idea and makes it its central theme. that's what this album is, one man's descent into the underworld. except, crucially, he makes it to the other side, and ends the album saying the darkness will come again, but this time he is "never going back [to hell] again." it feels like such a full-circle moment considering the rest of his discography and i'm so very excited to see what comes after this

#idk he might go back to being buried and unalive but maybe this is really the end of that... #when he was singing his most popular non album songs during the concert yesterday i was like huh he really does #sing about death a lot. interesting #hozier #it was great btw! he sang abstract and francesca AND jackie and wilson and cherry wine and movement #so all my favourites basically #and hearing take me to church live was actually such a slay which i was not expecting #and he talked abt gaza which i was so happy abt and was very grateful towards his band and crew #just a great night all around #jasmine has thoughts #i knew it was a lot bc that's kind of his reputation (boo) but i didnt realise how much it actually is