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Why Are You Here?

I last remember seeing a white flash of light, and there I was, standing in front of a gate. There is a lock on the gate, and no key can be found, nor is anyone guarding the entrance. I see trees and bushes everywhere but cannot see what is beyond the gate, as if there is something I am not supposed to see. I found a path near the entrance that seemed worn, and it looked like it had walked through many times, so I followed suit. There was no sound; I could only hear my breathing. It felt like I had been walking for what seemed like hours; that was when I noticed a sound approaching me, but unknowingly where it was coming from. I grew paranoid as I walked the seemingly endless path because something was following me. So, I turned around and yelled, “Whoever is there, come on out; I know you are there!” Soon after, a little girl walked out of the brush very slowly. She was wearing a necklace that had a key on it. I felt like I knew her, but I could not remember who. “That key on your necklace is that for the gate? Can I have it?” The child remained silent. “Do you know who I am?” I asked as I started to approach the child.

The little girl ran into the forest, so I followed her. I don’t know why I followed her, but it felt like I knew who she was. After chasing her, she brought me to this lake. “Why did you run away? Don’t you realize how dangerous it is out here? You could have—” I was cut off as she told me to be quiet. Her voice was soft but also loud. She told me to sit next to her, and so I did. “Do I know you? You seem so familiar, but I cannot remember why.” She was quiet initially, but I noticed she was digging a hole in the sand, and as she finished, she threw the key into the pit and began to bury it. “What are you doing? I need that key to get past the—” she cut me off again, “It is not your time yet to pass the gate.” Everything around me began to ripple and fall apart as she said that. I woke up with tears on my face. I felt someone hug me, and it was my niece. “Please don’t scare us like that.” As I looked around, my family was all around me. My niece cried, “I already lost my sister; I didn’t want to lose you too.”

#grieving #sad

at this point, i’m waiting for a message that’ll never come

Do you ever feel like in a headspace of loneliness? You know it’s a phase and it’lll pass. “Better days will come, for sure.” But what if those “better days” are the phasr and you’re destined to be in this pit of loneliness.

I honestly hate how the older generation belittles our younger generation for “having it easy”.

Isn’t that kinda the point?

#morningthoughts

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People act like being an E-Gamer is not a legitimate career, but no one questions that grown men throwing around a football and clobbering each other make millions of dollars.

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Wandavision (2021)

you’re mess is mine

#vancejoy

For some reason, there was this surge of motivation to outlet myself via social media. I started to use twitter and here I am using Tumblr.

Who knows what this might entail.

#newthings

If you hold back on the emotions–if you don’t allow yourself to go all the way through them–you can never get to being detached, you’re too busy being afraid. You’re afraid of the pain, you’re afraid of the grief. You’re afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your heard even, you experience them fully and completely.

#twm #tuesdays #with #morrie

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I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

Vincent Van Gogh (via distractful)

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how to raise a happy child

do what my mom did.

screw gendered toys (i grew up with hot wheels and tea sets)

let the child wear what they want

make sure he/she knows they have a voice

let them go for the activities he/she wants, no matter how “masculine” or “feminine”

basically fuck gendered stereotyping

clientsfromhell

I am doing an art piece for a client who I have been video chatting with for several years.

Client: I am looking to get a picture of this specific character in a particular pose.

Me: Ok, the character looks easy enough. What pose did you have in mind?

Client: Laying down. The view is from the back but you need to be able to see her face and chest at the same time.

Me: So like…. bent backwards or something?

Client: No, like she is on her stomach and the camera is behind her, but you can see her face and chest at the same time as her back.

Me: Tell you what. You still have that full length mirror in your room?

Client: Yeah, why?

Me: You go to it, assume the pose you are looking to get, find a way to get it to work without shattering your spine, and then get back to me on how I need to draw it, ok?

A bit later.

Client: Yeah ok I get it now. Just do what you think works.

Me: Thank you. I’ll get back to you in an hour with the rough sketch.