A law eternal does decree
That all things born should mortal be.
Be wise ye living, while ye may,
Prepare against the coming day.
When you as low as I must lay,
Your souls from hence be called away.
Fear not the end,
For die you must.
We all one day must turn to dust.
You ought not fight,
But fall with grace.
Even though your drink may be poison laced.
Weep not as you go,
Now you rest in peace.
‘Til the fateful day,
We’re all deceased.
For when the day does come
And we are but all gone,
Our mortal world shall not carry on.
Arise we will,
A purest form.
All mortal worries,
Won’t trouble us more.
The world shall be a Silence Loud.
A calm excitement.
A screaming quiet.
A murmured roar.
From our pain,
A love is formed.
I genuinely resent how ‘respecting parents’ often translates into allowing yourself to be an emotional (or even physical) punching bag, doormat or vessel for them to relentlessly project their idealized image of the perfect child, which often proves detrimental and inhibiting. Fuck that shit.
my art style is called “i am strongly influenced by detailed and beautifully colored art but also very cute cartoony art and i don’t know which direction i want to go in”
But why is Danny Elfman doing the music for 50 Shades of Grey?!
"He’s going to touch me… there!”
[Wacky haunted circus music surges in intensity]
What’s this?! What’s this?! There’s ball gags in the air! What’s this?! What’s this?! There’s butt plugs everywhere!
Now this is a movie I would see.