Dark And Moody - Blog Posts

True beauty is not about having the right features

It is about going through the chaos,

staying true to yourself

Like the calm before the storm

We so often drag the past with us like roots, wet, covered with algae and time. They hold on, even though they should have let go a long time ago

Little sketches of the day🖤❤️

"Everyone has a shadow that they carry within them

it's not scary if you are familiar with it"

🖤My little world❤️

Sometimes the worst monsters wear the face of someone who was supposed to keep you warm

I was good

I was silent when I was torn to pieces

I forgave even when I was not asked to

I endured until everything that was inside me came out - in a smile, in a farce, in a caricature of myself.

Now they call me strange, scary, "too much."

But this is exactly what those who are not heard become

You call it a mask -

And I call it the only skin that has withstood this world

We are not going crazy - we are just learning to live in a world where no one asks

And every night when the city falls asleep, its shadow looks up, hoping that at least the stars still remember its name

I don't want your light

I want to burn with you in the darkness,

where only our shadows will witness

How we tear each other apart

I no longer ask to be understood

I just watch

No one is real

Not even me

All angels have scars

Some just wear them on the outside,

while others wear them deep under the skin of a

faith that has long since rotted away

Magic that grows in the dark

I learned to be a human being

But systemic errors still manifest themselves

The rays of light passing through the colored glass leave patterns on the wood and walls

Sitting here is like stopping time

Every step forward brings more emptiness.

And the exit is farther away, or maybe it never existed🌕🪽

Nothing calms me down like painting

"I was raised by shadows. And now I'm watching instead of living."

Everyone looks, but no one sees

"Do you think I'm looking at you?

no

I'm looking through you"

Now I look at the world not to trust, but to survive

My flowers grew out of scars,

That sees through masks, words, and promises

Teach me to love without tearing out my own heart...

But if you can't, at least look me in the eye before you lie to me again

He had no heart

But I gave him mine

With a smile,

with blood on my lips

The line between beauty and horror is as thin as a thread

My heart is ink

and I write your name with it