paperblue

a creative space for organized mess

[fate]

via weheartit

[ithelpstodream]

the kids are alright.

[smartassjen]

This is kinda perfect.

[glowingangel]

if anyone ever tries to tell u that racism/sexism/ableism/etc. are “natural” just show them this video

[realityrainfall]

Those two that just could not come up with any differences! They were like “we both got glasses, both got these red sweaters, maybe we’re different heigh- nope we’re the same height… well shit we’re perfectly the same!”

[riotlion]

Those kids were perfect

[rae-redacted]

Whenever I see this video I’m always struck that the kids are so quick to say what their friends are GOOD AT or what their friends enjoy. They’re so quick to build each other up!

[kairojo-blog]

ft my desk space, bujo, and school library ig: kairojo and __sam8__

-photos on wall: creds to @gudetama-studies , @ha-roro , @/huntinglouise , @/freshideen , and @cuddlesuga

[montana017]

April

[melodyhansen]

Buy an original of mine and get 50% off any digital art print on the shop <3

[mou-comics]

D R A I N 

inktober no. 21

messy drawing but it’s good enough for me 

[melodyhansen]

I miss the ocean.  Also one time I printed one of these and it looked nice so if you want a print too message me

[cafechai]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BjOj5hAFr_J

[mou-comics]

[flowerbulbs]

Archive moodboard for @lovplant 🌿

Photos do not belong to me🌸

[flowerbulbs]

Moodboard for @paper-crush 🌿

Photos do not belong to me🌸

[studylustre]

ig: studylustre

[studylustre]

if i’m not the love of your life i’ll be the greatest loss instead

[delicatepoetry]

“How could I expect the boy who lives his truth to love the girl who only writes hers? How could I expect the boy with a rock hard heart to love me soft? I was nothing but a thin skinned, ink stained, wide eyed girl. A lost soul wandering your sheets, hoping you’d make a home for me in your bed. I whispered pretty words into your head, wanted them to nest and flourish into something you’d remember. But you forgot them after the hour. I’d kiss away the silence, let intimacy break the long pauses. I’d sing you to sleep with slow sighs, trace the constellations on your skin. I’d write your name in every word, every line, shaped it into every rhyme. I made you the starring role of my life, but I wasn’t even the supporting in yours. I saw you cry once, a small moment of vulnerability, that you wiped while you pushed me away. I respected your space, kept myself in the place you made for me. I’d make sure to keep my distance clear, never crossed the line without being told. And when you wanted me, I always made sure to be there, mouth shut and arms wide. I opened my heart up to you, handed you the key to keep safe. I’m sure you lost it on the way to her place. I’d get down on knees, pick up the pieces you would leave behind. My fingers bled red, they burned, and begged for me to stop. I knew I should’ve, before the scars caved in. Before the pain settled too deep into my bones. Before I got too attached to the hurt. But what do you expect? It was all you ever gave me.”

— Isabel Cabrera / / you take what you can get.

[paper--blue]

i'll stay numb and silent for now

i think she forgets that i'm weak. or at least that i'm not always the strongest, that i still hurt despite how overwhelmingly selfless i can be, and how steady i can seem.

she asked me if i knew about them, if i knew whether they were together now--but didn't ask if i was ok.

was she supposed to?

because somehow i felt that that was unfair. for a moment, i thought, how dare she ask me of this, how dare she make me speak of it-- and so soon after everything.

i guess it was my fault, for not telling her how empty i'd started to feel that night. how the empty feeling hasn't left, and won't leave. but who was i kidding?

i was already barely ready to talk about them.

so how could i have been ready enough to talk about me.

[studylustre]

ig: studylustre

[paper--blue]

these days, i am a walking contradiction—  or rather, a sitting or lying-down one. i want to be left alone, but i don’t want to be alone. i want to be asked if i’m ok, but i’m not ready to talk about the cavern of empty that has been reforming and growing inside my chest recently. i want to be done. but the more tender parts of me still aren’t ready to let him go, even after all they’ve been through. so when is it finally time? i am so tired of having to be ok, when i really am ok, and when i’m not. please, Time, give in so i can stop giving up.