〜永遠の夢現〜

What people call reality is not all there is.

Neither is dreaming.
Neither are the states in between.


There is a high possibility that whatever you see or read on here is not part of anyone's reality.

What you probably will find are illusions, visions, visuals, beauty, unreal truths, dreams, and a small percentage of something that might be closer to reality than you might think.

“When you’re sleeping, you can’t tell the difference between real life and fantasy.
So when we fall asleep, do we switch places between the real world and our dreams?
The world, after all, is nothing more
than how we perceive it…”

—   Imaginary Range. 

“This Silence is Mine.”

(Source: cupavi13vampir, via dyspraxia)

“Our only truth is our sorrow.”

—   Alphonse de Lamartine

What do you do, when you realize you’ve forgotten the feeling of real happiness.

(Source: strawberrypantsu, via dyspraxia)

And they rose from the pits in silence, their shapes flickering as they grew, slowly, silently. 
Tonight, they would rise, each and every one of them, and they would not stop until the last of the living souls had withered under their touch. 
This was the night of vengeance. 

(Source: mogatrat, via wildhaunt)

devidsketchbook:

THE BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARES OF ZDZISLAW BEKSINSKI

Artist Zdzislaw Beksinski (24 February 1929 – 21 February 2005) was a renowned Polish painter, photographer, and sculptor. Beksiński executed his paintings and drawings either in what he called a ‘Baroque’ or a ‘Gothic’ manner. The first style is dominated by representation, with the best-known examples coming from his fantastic realism period when he painted disturbing images of a surrealistic, nightmarish environment. The second style is more abstract, being dominated by form, and is typified by Beksiński’s later paintings.

more: wikipedia beksinski facebook

(via yunghades)

誰之精神

Dreamer:

Uh... Can you invite entities into your body without being conscious of it?

No one:

...No.

Dreamer:

Then what's this?

No one:

...

Dreamer:

Me?

No one:

I suppose.

Dreamer:

... Haha. Hahahaha!

記憶憂鬱

Sitting down, about to change my clothes, I took off my shirt but won’t put my pullover back on, can’t, not yet, I’m still listening to your soul, your screams, your self, just let me listen, let me sit in the cold with the tears streaming down my face in disharmony with your heart’s cries, let me listen, I shall hear, I am here, the cold does not touch me, let me cry, I and you never changed. 

wolf-of-mibu:

Dreamer by *Erina