this is really how i feel sometimes
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@reclusedreamer
this is really how i feel sometimes
I might be incredibly slow because im incredibly sick but…. 👀👀👀???
Can you guys reblog this and put your age, your country and if you have a method to remember how many days are in a month in the tags?
“No one warns you about sleepless nights, about unproductivity and the mundane, no one tells you growing up that one day you’ll find yourself bleeding your wounds out on the bedroom floor, or how bathrooms are sanctuaries; no one tells you about the fatal attraction towards the unhealthy that you adopt time and time again; no one warns you about the real dangers of the world- loneliness and pain, and all the ways you deal with them. They tell you not to smoke or drink or have sex, but they forget to teach you kindness to yourself, they forget to teach you self-love; they forget to teach you how to cope with rejection and pain, they tell you to forgive but never teach you how, they tell you to love but never the consequences of failed loves, they warn you about heartbreaks from lovers but never those from family and friends, they tell you to dream but kill it before you can climb its ladder, they read you fairy tales but lack imagination, they tell you life is hard, that the world is ugly, but you never see them making it less of all that, then you grow up not knowing what to believe or who to be, with your heart still young but wounded, and your spirit yearning but reluctant. You have a body with too many marks, eyes with too many scars, you carry hope like a sacred flower- all its petals fall each time the world disappoints you, and instead of abandoning it, you go tape it back together; and here you are, all patched up- old cotton cloth and rusty car parts; you’re barely alive, and in love with the idea of what life could live up to be, and though it never does, you never give up, and I would say that’s what makes you strong, that that’s what makes you beautiful, but all it makes you, is a dreamer. People never teach us these things growing up because they too carry flowers of their own, and they don’t want you to grow up without hope, because if you knew all this when you were too young, then you would not make it this far, and it would be a shame, because there is so much more to life than all this, and the only way to have it all, is to carry the flower of hope in your heart.”
— Eliot Knight (via eli0tknight)
Stuff that always gets me
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
can’t risk it
THIS PIECE OF PICTURE WORKS.
Gotta take all the chances…..
Never risk it
Playing around with instagram filters with surprisingly beautiful results.
Now I know I really needed to work on colour theory this year.
Op didn’t work on this for just 10 notes
This is exactly why we invented the gif.
Make me sick, sweetheart.
Very late to the scene but why not join in-
Just curious
How many of you will listen to a certain type of music to set the mood while you’re drawing or writing or editing??....
DO YOU set the mood like each project you will listen to something different dependent on what you’re making... OR do you always listen to the same songs no matter what the subject of your project?
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Fav thing is people being surprised by different characters a voice actor has played. "These all sound different omg" yeah that's the voice acting that's his job
The really funny thing is that if you pay attention a lot of the time there are like, little things you can recognize. Like when you're familiar with a voice actor you can Tell it's them. Sometimes I hear a character talk and I'm just
2020 has been the wildest year and it's still January
Hatsune Miku was announced in the cochella lineup
Prince Harry and Meghan Markle quit being royals
The US killed an important Iranian general which prompted everyone to think WWIII was happening
Mr. Peanut died???
Justin Bieber thinks babies are #yummy
Nikkitutorials was blackmailed into coming out as trans
Adam Sandler threatened to purposely make bad movies if he doesn't win an Oscar (he wasn't even nominated so looking forward to that)
Gwyneth Paltrow sold out candles that are meant to smell like her vagina
The upcoming NBC streaming service announced a TAZ animated series
Grimes announced that she's pregnant with Elon Musk's baby
Parasite became the first foreign language film to win best ensemble cast at the SAG awards
Kat Von D sold her makeup company
Onision called the cops on Chris Hanson
Pete Buttigieg had to ask for applause at rally
Jeff Bezos phone was hacked because he clicked on a shady link in a text
i would like to add on to this because
Grimes is naming her child War Nymph and is tweeting as if her unborn child is making the posts
Joe Rogan said he’s probably voting for Bernie
Kaitlin Bennet allegedly shitting herself at a frat party is a trending topic
the impeachment trial began in the Senate
the coronavirus has killed 17 people in China and one person in Seattle is infected- there were major plagues in 1820 and 1920 and now it might be happening again
the Doomsday Clock is now officially at 100 Seconds to Midnight
after Gwyneth’s vag candles sold out it was announced she’s getting a netflix show about how she makes her products for goop
Me: This year is going.. to be better.. yeah. Better.
2020:
Me:
Mood
when Lemony Snicket wrote “I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you everyday” that hurt me
Full paragraph hurts even more.
“ (…) I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close… I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else and I will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”
I find the concept of growing in love so much prettier than love at first sight?? like one day you look at someone and you suddenly realize you see them in a different light than you did the night before. that’s falling.
The humans don’t see us, so they don’t think we exist. If they did, maybe they’d stop killing each other. Maybe they’d kill each other more. Hard to tell, because that’s how it always is with humans.
When a human dies, they probably go to heaven, or to hell, or to another world. Before they do that, though, they’re still humans. Dead humans, with consciousnesses trapped in electrical impulses still think they’re alive.
I feed on those consciousnesses. I stick my hand past the corporeal flesh, into the nerves, and I wrap the flying charges against my finger. I pull them out—rip them out if I have to—and I lay them on whatever flat surface is nearest to me.
I place a broad, calloused, numbed forearm onto the fibre that was once a human’s consciousness. Then, I pick the thoughts and memories sticking to the charges. They pile up into a small mound (although for some, smaller humans, there is not much of that).
Once the consciousness is tripped clean of anything that resembles a thought or memory, I roll up what remains, and place it back into the human’s body. Then, the human is dead, as in body, so in spirit.
Brine is like me. I met her so long ago, before we thought humans would ever end up doing the things they do now.
She was starving. I had to force so many memories down her throat. Her body was like a bundle of antlers, and I nursed her until she could walk again.
“I don’t want to look at any more dead people,” she said. “They are grotesque. Disgusting. The things those people can do to each other… each time, I think they have reached the ends of their imaginations, and they still go further.”
I held her cheek and rubbed a finger under her eye. “You have to eat.”
“Or what? Will I die?” She pushed my hand away.
“I don’t want to find out,” I said.
Brine stopped searching battlefields and waiting by the gallows, even if I pleaded with her to come. “You’re the only other I’ve found in this entire existence like me,” I said to her. She left.
Meanwhile, the humans killed each other. Some of them killed themselves. I held my nose and I wiped the blood off on flesh. I kept listening to the humans as they talked, as their grand, death-fearing imaginations came up with gods and heavens and hells.
I started believing them, too. Maybe I really was some kind of horrific thing, far beyond even a demon. These poor humans were to go to heaven or hell, depending on what they’d done in life, and I was making sure they met their gods as clean slates, without a memory, without a sin, without a good dead. Just like babies, confused and innocent and curious.
Brine returned to me, a few thousand years later, when the humans were now building the Pyramids, hoping to reach gods themselves.
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” I said. “I guess you have a stomach for the dead after all.”
She shook her head. “They don’t always die violently,” she said. “They also die in peace. It’s harder to find those, but I’ve been doing just that. There’s no blood, then. No bloating, no dismemberment, no gore. They lie so peacefully, like they’re asleep. Sometimes, even the other humans don’t notice that they’re dead.”
Deaths like that were so uncommon in those days, I’d never considered looking for them.
“You’ll take care of yourself, yeah?” I asked. “Just eat. I don’t care what kind of dead you eat, but eat.”
“You know what I think?” She crossed her legs and held her knee. “I think that one day, the humans will become immortal. Maybe it will be a god, maybe it will be their own ingenuity. But one day, they’ll stop dying.”
She looked at me, then. “They’ll stop killing each other, too.”
“You think we can die,” I said.
“Maybe,” she said. “I wonder who will eat us.”