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My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery,always buzzing,humming,soaring,roaring,diving and then buried in mud.🥀
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Forwarded from sanarya
“are you ok?” bro i sleep but i don’t rest
Forwarded from ULTIMO MONDO OBSCURA
William Utermohlen was an American artist diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. In response to the illness, he began to paint a series of self-portraits. The result is a crushing depiction of his descent into dementia. They provide a stark insight into the devastating effects that the disease has. As he struggled to keep in touch with the world surrounding him, his works became flatter and more abstract. They lacked the details and spatial sense that his art had early on in his diagnosis. By 2000, his memory and technical skills had deteriorated so much that his final heartbreaking portrayal was little more than a scribbled skull. He passed away in 2007 “but it wasn’t him by then,” said his widow, Patricia
በመንገዴ pinned «Everyone I’ve loved, was my whole self unconditionally; but they never appreciated it. »
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This feelings never seem to last
Bro I can't😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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Forwarded from Wild (july)
"I've never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I've always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow"
Forwarded from Spires and Gargoyles
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My heart needed this i know yours needs it too🖤
How this writer always puts his words in ways that break my heart while healing it is such an awe to me🖤
Forwarded from Insurmountable grief
Forwarded from Our Side of the Story (Debbie)
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My heart just broke for these men and many more out there💔 your presence is needed, don’t let the wrong ones tell you otherwise and you deserve to be heard🖤
Forwarded from Debbie's Lens
“Isn’t it funny? How the cold numbs everything but grief. If we could light up the room with pain, we’d be such a glorious fire.”
Forwarded from 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 (Rouaa (Taylor’s Version))