It translates into english as paradise. but when someone says “tian tang”, they mean heaven
different names for the same thing. 
for those out there who are thinking about getting a tattoo, esp in chinese characters; do so AFTER doing proper research. The best would be seek confirmation from academic professionals fluent in the language. 
for all you know, the tattoo you’ve been showing off all these years…and the one question you never get tired of answering.. “it’s the Chinese word for hero.” Maybe… Just maybe.. All it really says is broccoli.

It translates into english as paradise. but when someone says “tian tang”, they mean heaven

different names for the same thing.

for those out there who are thinking about getting a tattoo, esp in chinese characters; do so AFTER doing proper research. The best would be seek confirmation from academic professionals fluent in the language.

for all you know, the tattoo you’ve been showing off all these years…and the one question you never get tired of answering.. “it’s the Chinese word for hero.” Maybe… Just maybe.. All it really says is broccoli.

by ~inkblotreality

flickering light, a burning candle, and one bare hand
three magnets, a lost pendant, and one metal chain
empty room, a broken needle, and some melting snow

catching bubbles, on a grassy hill, with our naked eyes
forgotten laughter, secret kisses, and stolen touch
holding hands, colliding souls, indelible tear drops - rain
a drifting bottle, torn paper, a letter without a stamp

collected regrets, maybe memories, at the burning end of today
precious words - grey sky, dust, November, fragments and ink
you - the reason, the only, sweet perfect ecchymosis
me - the dreamer, the void, in the stillness; still in screams.

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by ~inkblotreality

Watch drip, the sanguine to invisible gloss the droplet turned
it is relentless, somehow, with every seconds into hours of night
could it be absolution in the way of my reach for solace ? sweet solace..
confined to a kaleidoscope, in elegant intentional fragments; her bitter repose

The incredulity of her faith so sullenly etched in the delicate boxes she named
crippled by a spirit reliant on changing waters, unvarying tides, and inveigling ghosts
disillusioned in overbearing desolation, somewhere she must live, but where ?
dirt and sugar in a jar, in the guise of ivory dust, to once upon a November belonged

May they in resolute silence rema

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by ~inkblotreality

Slipping down the slide
it was fun for a while
Until i saw the sky
filled with cotton candy trails

And at the end of the ride
I’m going to fall off this world
Into nothingness and dreams
They’re alll waiting for me

It hurts,
please make it to stop
It hurts,
it’s all I want

Tears of falling stars
filled wishes in a cup
Nothing quite as beautiful
as my angel in a corpse

I’m so quiet when I scream
I’m so perfect when I bleed
All alone I’m so afraid
On my own I find my wings

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Yeah, like WHats the deal?!

Yeah, like WHats the deal?!

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