My patronous is a Magikarp.

Trickles of insanity from a cracked mind. Sorry for the inconvenience.

[makethestarsscream]

Through blind darkness I've stumbled

Feeling my way with foot and hand

Many times I've fallen

Many lifetimes I've felt pass me by

I reach out to you in the darkness

A light or a hallucination

I can never tell

But it brings me warmth to see you

Hope and terrible fear

I'm afraid I've fallen once more

Too weary to rise

I will dream of you this night.

[makethestarsscream]

I find myself a drift once more in the cosmic sea

That is reality

But my mind wanders

Through my own consciousness I find no reason

No reason and no shape

To form what fluid thoughts

Would desire

Silk cloth and orange hue surrounded

Always seeking more

Imagining circumstances that cannot be

Perhaps a bath will sooth my troubles

Perhaps

[makethestarsscream]

With one last glance

I looked up to cosmos

They gave no answer

And the stars fell from the sky

[makethestarsscream]

Another one for the other.

I've been chasing something lately

Or maybe I've been chasing it my whole life

I look up into the stars and I wonder

"What the fuck do I want?"

It's not material, I've learned that lesson

Is it spiritual?

Is it an escape?

Do I loathe reality so much I want to bleed into another?

To transcend this plain and see the fabric of spacetime before me.

To be interstellar or interdimensional.

Its started to rain...

That's good.

[makethestarsscream]

I let go of this world, and I fell

Through space and time

Past the moons of Jupiter

The blue Ice Giants

Until the sun was just another star

And there I remain

A drift in the interstellar medium

I've never been happier.

[makethestarsscream]

I find myself chasing ghosts. Idea's of what might have been with phantoms that came in and out of my life years ago. They haunt me, as if they come in from another reality that might have been mine. Alas it is not. No, I'm here sitting on this roof watching the moon. Hoping that these ghosts might someday be exercised. Until then I welcome them. Haunt me just a little longer!

[makethestarsscream]

This account has laid dormant for so long... for the longest time I thought I deleted it. Is anyone still there? Of the few followers I had are any of you left? When I made this I was an awkward 19 year old art student just trying to get the girl I liked to see me. Now I'm 27, a firefighter and a grown ass man. How different I am now. I have grown much colder... Probably has a lot to do with my profession. First I should say I do a lot of good and I am immensely proud of what I do. It gives me the purpose in life I so desperately sought as a young man. I couldnt imagine doing anything else. But it comes with a price... and I am paying it. I will continue to pay it until the day I die. The faces never leave you. I can see them all now... the empty eyes staring back at me. I find these things hard to talk about... I dont like talking about my job to begin with because I dont want to come off as arrogant. Even now I hate that I'm typing this. The only solace I take from this is that no one will probably end up reading this because who actually still uses tumblr? I just need to put it out somewhere... a vent. It's the only thing I envy about my 19 year old self. The ability to express. I've lost it. Art school killed it... or I let it die. I let that part of my humanity go so I couldnt feel the pain. I am numb. That's it. That's where I'm at at 2 am in a firehouse bed. Hope life is treating you all well.

[a-dire-fox]

A collection of words

Words are fleeting Seconds Minutes Hours Days Weeks Years Spent trying to find the right ones words spoken can last forever Some words spoken are never remembered Some words never come to be Words are our life The life we live are the words we speak Echoed throughout time Until no ears are left to hear them Words are life And life is fleeting

[sixpenceee]

All the planets at once

(Source)

[lamelamorsa]

[jamesjoeboyleeeee-deactivated20]

10 Things to keep in Mind When Loving a Highly Creative Person

It has been proven that highly creative people’s brains work quite differently than other brains. That special brain wiring that can create such wonderful art, music, and writing can often lead to strain in a relationship, because of those differences. If you’ve ever loved a highly creative person, you know that it can seem like they live in their own little word at times, and that thought isn’t far from the truth. Here are some things to keep in mind when you are in love with a highly creative person:

1. Their Minds Don’t Slow Down

The highly creative mind is one that is running at full speed all the time. Although it can be a source of crazy, spontaneous fun – it can also be a burden. Highly creative people rarely keep normal sleep cycles, and are often prone to bouncing from one task to another throughout the day. It can be exhausting to try to keep up.

2. They are Cyclical

The flow of creativity is a cycle, full of highs and lows. Some people may consider this “manic” behavior, but in reality, it is just how the creative process works. Keep this in mind as your partner goes through these natural ebbs and flows. The low periods aren’t permanent.

3. They Need Time Alone

Creative minds need air to breathe. Whether it is their own little work space or an escape to somewhere quiet, they need a time and place to be alone with their thoughts. Some people are inclined to think that if nothing is being said that there is something wrong, but with creative people that is not the case. They are just working within their own head.

4. They are Intensely Focused

When a creative person is on task, they are fiercely intense. The change from being scatter-brained to hyper-focused can be difficult to deal with, so just understand that it is how their brains work. Don’t get frustrated.

5. Emotions Run Deeper

Creative people feel everything on a deeper level. What doesn’t seem like a big deal to you, can be crushing to them. It’s that same passion that goes into whatever they create that drives them to love you, so understand that with the good – comes the bad.

6. They Speak in Stories

Creative people often express themselves in experiences, instead of just saying what they want to say. It is a way of sharing themselves that personifies who they are. At times, it can be difficult to figure out what a creative person is saying, so don’t be afraid to read between the lines.

7. They Battle with Themselves

Being creative can be a serious internal struggle. Motivation, enthusiasm, direction, and drive can all be issues for creative people. Some days it is hard for them just to get out of bed, and other days you can’t get them to slow down. Be patient in the lulls, because there is usually a burst of activity right around the corner.

8. Intuition is Important

Creative people, because of their intense emotional tendencies, tend to rely on intuition over logic. They go with their gut. Some people consider this to be more on the “impulsive” end of the spectrum. The creative mind doesn’t rely on logic to make a decision, it relies on experience and passion.

9. They Struggle with Confidence

When people create, especially for a living, they are always struggling with acceptance. That is art. They have to wear their hearts on their sleeves, and so they always question whether or not what they are producing is good enough. Being supportive is the key to loving a creative person.

10. Growing Up is Hard to Do 

Creative people are almost always children at heart. That care-free nature can seem immature and impetuous – but it is all part of the deal. Understand that the aspects of their creative brains that you love are the same ones that make them somewhat irresponsible when it comes to being an adult.

Something i read today, which gave me a huge peace of mind. Perhaps i’m just too creative for my own good.

via: Justin Gammill

[dynastylnoire]

Omggggggg

[thejlamonde-deactivated20171219]

when the both of you are creative monsters 🙃🙄

[donenon]

This is helpful

[makethestarsscream]

The would be Archer.

Snap! The arrow is notched, I stare ahead. The specter of my foe is before me. Deep breath. I draw back. The tension of the string is extraordinary, I can feel the energy building up. Breath. I loosen my grip and the bow steadies. Breath. I close my right eye. Breath. From my feet I feel the energy of the earth, it flows through me up to my hands. I hold my breath, And in an instant the arrow is released. Like a bolt of lightning it cracks the air. Oh the power I wield. If I can become death itself does that not make me God? The target would agree if it could, However it remains silent. I will never kill anything with this bow. Atleast I hope that is the case. But power is like a drug, And I'm addicted.

[amazinguniverses]

NGC 6357: Cathedral to Massive Stars

[notthepageyouarelookingfor]

[abstractgeneration]

[makethestarsscream]

Lost inside this twisting mind Caught in this cycle, forever entwined Looping around in this endless sea Spinning deeper into insanity I yearn for sleep to take me away Rid me of this cycle, tomorrows a new day Restlessly I turn and twist Search for something that doesn't exist Then finally when I close my eyes I awaken to cloudy gray skies Then came my saddest epiphany Is this how life was meant to be? I know now that no matter how far you run This trip will never be done.

[blue-voids]