The anomaly

@fortheeccentric Мотивация и цитаты английский

Just perception put into words by :@Polychromatic101

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18 авг 2026, 20:13 Открыть пост

"I sleep late," he says. "Every minute beyond midnight feels like a rebellion against tomorrow, a declaration of power... a coup. You cannot steal my seconds," I scream. "I will kill them dead long before you do." ~M~ @fortheeccentric

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8 авг 2026, 18:20 Открыть пост

"Anyone who lived within their means suffers from lack of imagination" -Oscar wilde @fortheeccentric

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5 авг 2026, 17:24 Открыть пост

Before Gravity It seems I am losing a race against myself, Chasing a dream I dreamt at seventeen, Hoping to become the person my mother prayed for me to be, but you see, I was just a kid back then, blindfolded by optimism and infinity, blissfully unaware of self-doubt, gravity and taxes, The truth is, in our youth, we were all masters, With the earth as our playground and all else, our puppets, And as we age, we are dethroned, enslaved by our imagination, .....or lack thereof. And I wish I was wrong, but hear me closely and may I be burned at the stake if my words are false, 1. The symptom of adulthood is not growing bodies, but dying souls, Our muscles get stronger, but our spirits gr...

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22 мар 2026, 20:17 Открыть пост

AUTOPILOT Somedays I wonder if I'm awake, Eyes closed or eyes open they seem to make no difference, I live in abundance of fluorescence, but in the absence of light, I hope you can see my confusion. Between the blur of morning and night, I find myself alive, Alive, but not living. My lungs expand and my chest sinks to the rhythm of my breath, But that is all I am sure of. Anything in me not flesh and bone is lost, Lost in the rush to survive, To survive and be better than my parents, To survive and be better than the neighbors, To survive and conquer, Because it’s rarely ever only about survival. What we want most is not to stay afloat, but to run the ocean. Peace and status fight for our...

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