Claire Keane
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@kir1tsu
It's so beautiful
The haze that settles over the town
Buildings, windows obscured,
Lights settling in gently
The safety and warmth knowing that the world is pausing for you
That you can stay inside and can witness the flurry of gentle snow
That the world still stands and functions still, bathed in the soft orange glow
Everything around you, close, is suddenly so real, and realer, and all the more precious you can touch.
Oh
I wish I was smaller
Sometimes I feel like I occupy too much space
When the towel comes off
Clothing
The cold air hits and I feel too big, not small enough to be sitting here
Is that just the cold?
I want to shred the layers off me and peel them one by one, balling them up like clingfilm or bubble wrap you throw away after a purchase
Until all that's left is the core
Too many parts of me are touching each other
It's 4 am and I'm not to trust this about myself
Passing
Hopefully
Yet real, here, all the time, waiting.
Tom and Harry grow up together fic.
Crowns and Headbands / Hair Vines / Combs / Pins
Mignonne Handmade on Etsy
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sketch inspired by “little arts of vice” by drinkbloodlikewine, whiskeyandspite
what hannibal’s sketchbook might look like
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Different Trajectories - Page 4
Inspired by Fabula Rasa’s Combat Training Is Not Optional
turns out it was just PMS
The fat sits above My stomach
I feel heavy
Uncomfortably so
Why can't I draw well?
Well, I know the ansertto that and it's becaysei don't practice enough. I'm aware
Why can't I draw faster?
Afaster faster so many ideas are comih to me and I hate that I don't have time to describe them all and give them life
Just
Work faster
Complete things faster
Draw quicker
Faster
Why can't you?
I've triedndiary apps which are so stupid they need you to save every draft I've had so many thoughts written down pressed flower petals carefully beauticiously penned and chewed and fermented
yet
One wrong click of the back button and it's all gone
The momentaty capture of it as instantaneous as it gets
Impossiblw to reconstruct ,I tried desperately recreating it
It just wasnt the same
Hopefully this app will go better
Shower thoughts/waking thoughts
I keep forgetting there is so much I'm forgetting there are so many forgotten
I want to remember the times and thoughts and all I'm thinking but then they disappear and I'm thinking faster than I can type
Everything is compsoed of memories, who am I but amalgamations of memory? The collections of my past, I want to remmever every single detail of every person I come to know and have known and I want to remember
But then I never sit down to record it or send the message I've been thinking in my head, 3day crafted
I want to remember every waking moment of what I thought and what happened like the slime war in p3 where apparently pink slime was cool and green slime was natural
J remembers all this though. These beautiful memories shards of the past the only thing I haave left of those precious years
If I don't start recording now, one day by one day it all goes away
I'm scared to post on Instagram but berate myself, I take so many photos and edit them and caption all just to end up not posting them
For what?
They remain, so many undelivered postcards of experiences
I fear and have feared and do not know what I fear
It has taken me 4 days (longer) to find a place finally to post these thoughts
I have so many of them they are fading away
Do I want to be known? Do I want to be heard, seen?
Guilt and guikt and guilt is me I am
Guilty
I want to wrap up in my blankets and marinate in my maudlin and grossness
Is this pms or something?
I feel so distinctly disgusting
Like vomiting out all that I ate
In hopes of purging
It feels gross all the fat flabs on my belly, under my arms
The food swimming in my tummy, lovingly undone
It feels so unbelonging, I want to get it out
