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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Origami Around
Jules of Nature
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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@grimeishhh
The Hero and the Dragon
Soft. Mellow
The calm of a slow voice
Mild. Like sleep. Warm milk
Cold winter night
Slow. Measured
Muffled pedals and ivory keys
Gentle. Tinkling from afar
Filling dead silence
Careful. Mindful
In the high cavernous halls
Hiding. Bandaged burns and scars
As we converse
You and I
Once more.
Forbidden.
A plague of the mind
Contagious
An idea unshakable even by
The strongest hearts.
Twenty-eight
Twenty-nine.
Thirty, but not quite.
Make it till twenty-nine.
The planning can wait.
Chalice.
A flaw in perfection. The unmoving.
A gap, spilling beams of bright burning
Light rays from this cracked chalice
Never overflowing, never empty.
Hands stretched outwards
Like old leather, chapped.
Grasping at motes of
Dust. Grasping
For
Any
Ray
Of
Finality.
A sharp. A shard. A facet to wield.
Thoughts on Purpose
I mean,
This large ball of dirt
Never cared. Never asked for
- Or Needed
Any of us -none of us.
Mere Side effects - affecting the
Rivers like poisoned veins -
Creating clouds of muddy smoke.
Just a mass of parasitic cells latching on
Chittering and jabbing loudly ovewhelmingly
Then claiming greatness and purpose
this is was actually my first erasure poem and i really liked it and have done more since
Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.
"Stop saying 15 year olds with weird interests are cringe, they're 15" this is true however you should also stop saying adults with weird interests are cringe because who gives a shit
To wit:
I want to share some wisdom from my high school art teacher.
In my AP Art class, there was a girl who was just starting to experiment with mixed media. At this point she was still playing around, trying to decide what direction she wanted to go with her portfolio. So one critique day, she brought in an abstract canvas with some rhinestone highlights and painted and real peacock feathers. She loved sparkles and peacock feathers so she thought she’d try introducing them a *little*. And after everyone had given some input, the teacher gave her his advice, VERY roughly paraphrased here:
“So here’s the thing… I do not like this style. These are just elements that do not speak to me personally, but I see that you like them, and you’re doing interesting things with them.
“My biggest critique is, I only merely *dislike* this piece. I want you to make me HATE it. Go crazy with the things that you like. Don’t hold back trying to make it palatable to people like me. Because I am NEVER going to like it. And if the audience does not like it, it should drive them crazy seeing how much YOU love it.”
Her portfolio was chock full of neon colors and glitter and rhinestones and splashes of peacock feathers and it was a delight. Our teacher despised every piece lol, but she got great marks and I think even won some awards. And more importantly, she was happy and proud of the results. Because she didn’t limit herself by trying to appeal to people who were never going to enjoy what she enjoyed.
Takeaway here: be as cringe as you want. Don’t limit yourself based on other ppl’s tastes. They’re not you, and you are incredible 💕
HAPPY PRIDE!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
Depression I
Will the looming shadows forever be
Behind me walking, chasing,
After a candle lit with small sparks
And rare joy?
a twitter thread that actually killed me
It a spicy kitty!
You’re about to be sacrificed by a cult, but when the demon appears before you, it speaks with the voice of your high school friend and says “Hey man, haven’t seen you in forever!”
@academia-lucifer