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[mapsontheweb]

Beginning of the National anthems in Europe

[qinni]

Wow, haven’t been on Tumblr for over 2 years now xD~ I’ve no idea if people are still following me here; migrated to other social medias by now like me xD;;.  I didn’t really just want to leave it like this though.

I was recently diagnosed with stage 4 fibrosis sarcoma cancer, and the doc thinks I got about 1-1.5 years left. I guess I’m really here to kinda….leave my mark? These are just some of my work from the past few years I haven’t been uploading here :3

I’m more active on Twitter, Instagram and Patreon. Every bit of support helps <3. I’m not sure if I’m ever posting back here, but thank you guys so much for reading.

[sigulary]

Some cute cats with flowers that I did for practice.

[obviousplant]

I made some “Advice From Nature” bookmarks

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[yourfluffiestnightmare]

My friend told me a story he hadn’t told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, ‘Who’d believe that? How can that be true? That’s daft.’ So he didn’t tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love.   When he was a kid, he said, they didn’t use the word autism, they just said ‘shy’, or ‘isn’t very good at being around strangers or lots of people.’ But that’s what he was, and is, and he doesn’t mind telling anyone. It’s just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but that’s okay.   Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying ‘shy’ or ‘withdrawn’ rather than ‘autistic’. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he can’t quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the film…! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. It’s a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure.   It was ‘Labyrinth’, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening.   ‘I met David Bowie once,’ was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention.   ‘You did? When was this?’ I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already.   He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him.   He told the story as if it was he’d been on an adventure back then, and he wasn’t quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence.   It was thirty years ago and all us kids who’d loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist?   I asked him what happened on his adventure.   ‘I was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. He’d heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me.   ‘He gave me this mask. This one. Look.   ‘He said: ‘This is an invisible mask, you see?   ‘He took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. ‘Put it on,’ he told me. ‘It’s magic.’   ‘And so I did.   ‘Then he told me, ‘I always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesn’t take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too.   ‘I sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better.   ‘Then I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me.   ‘'Now we’ve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know we’re even wearing them,’ he said.   ‘So, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life.   ‘It was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me.   ‘I still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.’   I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter.   What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye?   ‘David Bowie said, ‘I’m always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.’ And then it was over. I’ve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.’   My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale.   ‘The normal reaction is: that’s just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.’   But I do. I really believe in it.   And it’s the best story I’ve heard all year.

Paul Magrs (via yourfluffiestnightmare)

[pdlcomics]

Illusion

[theliteraryjournals]

You misinterpret everything, even the silence.

Franz Kafka, The Castle (via theliteraryjournals)

[timbllr]

[neil-gaiman]

Hi, I read that you've dealt with with impostor syndrome in the past, and I'm really struggling with that right now. I'm in a good place and my friends are going through a lot, and I'm struggling to justify my success to myself when such amazing people are unhappy. I was wondering if you have any tips to feel less like this and maybe be kinder to myself, but without hurting anyone around me. It's a big ask, I know, but any help would make my life a lot less stressful

The best help I can offer is to point you to Amy Cuddy’s book, Presence. She talks about Imposter Syndrome (and interviews me in it) and offers helpful insight.

The second best help might be in the form of an anecdote. Some years ago, I was lucky enough invited to a gathering of great and good people: artists and scientists, writers and discoverers of things. And I felt that at any moment they would realise that I didn’t qualify to be there, among these people who had really done things.

On my second or third night there, I was standing at the back of the hall, while a musical entertainment happened, and I started talking to a very nice, polite, elderly gentleman about several things, including our shared first name. And then he pointed to the hall of people, and said words to the effect of, “I just look at all these people, and I think, what the heck am I doing here? They’ve made amazing things. I just went where I was sent.”

And I said, “Yes. But you were the first man on the moon. I think that counts for something.”

And I felt a bit better. Because if Neil Armstrong felt like an imposter, maybe everyone did. Maybe there weren’t any grown-ups, only people who had worked hard and also got lucky and were slightly out of their depth, all of us doing the best job we could, which is all we can really hope for.

(There’s a wonderful photograph of the Three Neils even if one of us was a Neal at http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2012/08/neil-armstrong.html)

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Nerdy notebook for my nerdy sis . . . . . . . . . #hechoamano #handemade #encuadernacion #bookbinding #zelda #tloz #twilight #ordon #libreta #notebook #nerdy (en Delegación Cuajimalpa)

[denisesoyletras]

Me encanta dormir. Mi vida tiene la tendencia a desmoronarse cuando estoy despierto, ¿sabes?

Ernest Hemingway (via denisesoyletras)

[hachedesilencioantiguo]

[dark-zeblock]

I found some old art books today called ‘Celtic Art: The methods of Construction by George Bain’ Which, I found interesting. I only have 4 out of the 7, they are very old (From 55 years ago). I thought I would just share some scans from them, some people might find them useful. :)

Edit

And I just noticed there is two images the same. -_-” Sorry about that, I’ll replace it with a different one later… -_-‘

[mathhombre]

Excellent #mathart!  My wee blogpost on knotting.

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Éxtasis #drawing #jellyfish #girl

[minart128]

Todo es muy simple

Todo es muy simple mucho

más simple y sin embargo

aún así hay momentos

en que es demasiado para mí

en que no entiendo

y no sé si reírme a carcajadas

o si llorar de miedo

o estarme aquí sin llanto

sin risas

en silencio

asumiendo mi vida

mi tránsito

mi tiempo.

— Idea Vilariño

[doddleoddle]

Mental breakdown tag lol

do I use this script or not

also vedj - still going, but will probably miss some days and that’s OKAY I’m worried for this video, because rather than generalising mental illness as important, and needs to be talked about, I go into detail about the specifics of what I’m feeling. And it’s not pretty. If you can’t relate, and I hope you don’t, I’m going to seem very very strange. But mental illness isn’t simple, it’s not all let’s blow on thumbs together to stop these darn panic attacks, or this cute cartoon girl crying in a corner. It’s so much bigger and uglier and more complex. I haven’t been making videos because I didn’t know how to when my head has been consumed and overtaken by what I’m about to talk about. But I think I’ve figured it out. so here’s the thing you may have seen on twitter i mentioned that i haven’t really felt like i’m here since i was 17 in a vid recently and then within the last week that sort of upped as a problem by like, 80% i went to wales for some shoots, felt crazy the whole weekend, then came back and got very panicky about the fact that I was going mad I had slept fine, and I kept expecting to wake up better, but I just didn’t I’ll explain what this all actually is and how it feels in a bit, plz hold so I got back, and knew that I felt messed up, so tried registering to the doctors walked there, in my weird dream state, took a proof of address cause I knew I needed that, handed it in, and then they said that I needed proof of address within the last two months i was teetering on the edge of tears and also feeling really weird so I think they must have thought I was actually insane I forgot how to say thanks and bye so I think I just left, dunno walked home, in this strange, bright dream world tried finding proof of address, forgot how to talk to my housemate, scared she was going to notice that I was drunk, except i wasn’t drunk and then my mum called and said dodie are you okay and I just sort of broke i was sobbing, rummaging through bin bags to try to find some sort of proof of address, on the phone to mum, and I decided to visit home home for some sort of familiarity, cause I used to feel so normal and alive in that house, when I was younger so I went home home, crying on the train, panicking about the fact that I was going mad and all my friends were like dodie wtf that was when I tweeted saying I needed a break then I saw mum and started crying about the fact that I left my old bedroom bed in dovan flat, cause I just wanted my normal bed in my normal room so I could feel normal and I came home but of course I wasn’t magically cured because going to that house is not the same as time travel i’m not taking a trip to 2012 when I go home, as much as I want to, i’m a broken dodie visiting a broken house and a broken ish family I even visited my old primary school which shut down, like, years ago, and I wandered around with hedy I don’t think that helped, cause it felt like it had just, grown leaves and aged in like 20 seconds it just made me feel even weirder so what am I feeling? Okay. let me explain. Or try to. here are a bunch of messages I have sent to friends of mine, to try and explain wtf this is “i’m so tired I’m just so tired I feel like I’ve been awake for 4 days And I don’t feel like I’m here I feel like I’m drunk Like I’ve had three wines and shots and beer and I’m tired and ready to go home and I can’t talk to anyone because I’ve forgotten how I usually talk I don’t even look like me Everything is so wrong and weird and scary I honestly think I’m going mad I can’t stop crying I’ve got such a bad headache” to lucy And I’ve just constantly felt like Drunk and blind You know when you’re hammered And everything’s really bright and you can’t remember how to talk properly and you’re not really taking anything in cause you feel really weird and you can touch things and see things and talk to people but you’re not really There I genuinely genuinely think I’ve gone mad And I don’t know if I’m ever going to see things like normal again” to sammy “Here’s the thing I’m alive I can breathe I can eat and talk and sleep and see and feel So I should be okay And objectively, I am fine So why am I not It’s one of those things that I keep thinking about over and over to the point where my head is like is this really happening and then I’m like is WHAT really happening I used to not understand mental illnesses at all I was like Just think of cats and rainbows But now I get it It’s so much deeper in your brain than cats and rainbows I used to say if I ever got dementia or something id fight it But how can you fight it when the it is the thing you’re using to fight with Dodie has gone full blown mad” to jon now, thanks to the last vid, and to google, I’ve found out what this probably is and I’m trying my best to register and see a doctor and get therapy and sort this out and also I know what you’re thinking if you have no idea what I’m talking about, if you’ve never had anything even close to this, if you are mentally dandy you’re thinking dodie you sound mental just shut up, turn it off you’re fine you’re obsessing over nothing, you’re attention seeking, just stop thinking about it firstly, I am so happy and thankful that you feel normal and happy and go and enjoy your life because you can and secondly, I would do anything to turn this off and feel normal again, literally anything. But I can’t. not right now. I don’t know how. so. here’s my plan. I’m going to act fucking normal. I can still sing. I am still alive, on this planet, even though I don’t feel like it. I still find things funny, I still can taste food, I can make jokes, and write songs and hang out with friends, even though I literally feel like I’m hiding something from everyone and I keep looking at everyone as if I’m a robot. but I’m going to sort this out, somehow. I’m going to sleep before midnight and wake up before 9, I’m going to give myself weekends, I’m going to do mindfullness meditation at 11am, and Im going to go running at least twice a week and eat healthy and drink water and not drink too much alcohol and treat myself when I’ve done well and not overwhelm myself. And I’m going to go to a doctor, and then therapy, and deal with this. But this will not consume me. Yeah I feel fucking weird. Bring it. I’m so done with the constant buzz in my head - why do I feel like this why do i feel like this why do i feel like this I just do. And I can’t change it right now. It’s not going to turn off. and I can’t just stop the world until I feel normal again, because I’ll get to my 70s and be like well shit, I missed it all. So I’m going to do the best I can. I’m going to make the videos that make me happy. And I’m going to laugh about the fact that I’m a bit mental. Cause what else can you do.

Whilst I type this I’m on the phone to my bank to get a statement sent to prove my address to go BACK to the doctors to prove I live here then get an appointment to get referred to therapists. The NHS may be free but it’s not bloomin easy lol.

gotta say making this video was super healthy for me. It was good to edit together and see that I can pass as a functioning human.

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Fine by Zannah Perrins

Picking up the pieces of Broken people cause I’ve got nowhere else to go Found a new job I’m Hardly cualified for But they don’t seem to mind

People are forgiving, people are kind

Staring at the mirror for I glimpse of who I was before Cause I miss her sometimes Can’t say I’m lonely but That could be cause I’ve Lived through harder times

Nothing is perfect, but I’m fine

Can’t say I’m living the dream Or that everyone is lovely But they don’t know me very well Can’t say I’m out of the woods By any strech but things Are looking good

I’m still prone to headaches I often find myself just sitting Waiting for them to end And I’m not half as good at anything I do As I want to be But at least I’m still trying cause

Nothing is perfect, but I’m fine

Can’t say I’m living the dream Or that everyone is lovely But they don’t know me very well Can’t say I’m out of the woods By any strech but things Are looking good

Picking up the pieces of Broken people cause I think I might be one of them