The Spiller of Tea

Tea is my obsession! I like drawing but not as much as I like colouring and hoarding art supplies. Be warned, my drawings may occasionally feature artistic nudity but it'll never be sexual. All such submissions will be tagged accordingly as NSFW. Poems here will deal with dark themes. If you don't want to see them, block the tags trigger warning and my mental health.

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Made sukiyaki and gyoza for dinner

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Homemade cream of mushroom soup, garlic and rosemary wholewheat flatbread, and cesar salad.

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I want a new fictional crush so bad . . .

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Let the cat out of the bag . . .

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Dog Bed . . .

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How do people have the courage to express their interests so openly? It takes a brave soul to take the things you love and pour yourself into them wholeheartedly where others can see. What if the judge and ridicule you?

So what if they mock you and call you childish for enjoying what you do. Does it make you happy? Yes? Then that's reason enough to pursue it.

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Women's sexy mankini one piece . . . Now with chest hair!

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Made miso pork ramen!

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Wouldn't it be nice to sleep forever? To leave all the cares of the waking world behind for good. That's . . . I want it more than anything.

I should go to sleep so I don't end up doing something stupid.

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Keep it in a Bottle

Your heart has clawed its way to the tip of your tongue; it's ready to fall from your mouth.

Choke it down and keep it in a bottle.

No one can know.

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It's a good thing I'm so fucking tired. If I had the energy to act on these feelings, I'd be dead by now.

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Do you ever feel like maybe your creativity is a curse? You have an infinite number of worlds and people trapped in your head, all begging to be brought to life by your hand.

One lifetime is far too short to realize them all. You can't do it. Nobody can and that thought, more than anything, scares you. Which of your creations is most worthy? Which should you nurture and which should you let die? That's a call I can't make.

I don't know where to begin or what ends I should pursue. I'd rather let all my ideas and characters sit half-formed in my head; never to be brought to fruition. They will die with me, never having known the light of day. I will leave no legacy to this world. No children real or fictional will call me their mother. I am nobody's god. A creator, I am not but I am creative and that is a curse.

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Update on my WIP. Decided to colour it . . . So many feathers. I'm dead.

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The more you give to people, the more they will come to expect of you. If you let them, they'll keep on taking all of your time and energy until nothing is left. Don't give in even at risk of being labeled a bitch. You are your own person first and foremost; you owe them nothing. Never be afraid to seek solitude, being alone is its own reward.