I just apologized profusely to a pancake I burnt because I got distracted by looking up what kind of flannel Wolverine wore in the Origins movie.Ā
Iām turning into a Canadian.

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oozey mess
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

shark vs the universe
RMH
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@theartofmadeline

Andulka

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Origami Around
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occasionally subtle

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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I just apologized profusely to a pancake I burnt because I got distracted by looking up what kind of flannel Wolverine wore in the Origins movie.Ā
Iām turning into a Canadian.
Story-Lovers
My early written pieces were awkward first attempts at flirtation.
The stories had smitten me and I was so dazzled by the glorious idea that they might be mine
That my fingers were clumsy
And my words superfluous and obsessed in describing every detail,
Capturing every moment and quirk of my darling that Iād known only a little
But obsessed over in my mind.
Then once the bliss abated I wondered why, for all their content,
Instead of growing with me,
The stories stayed awkward and gangly and failed to provide anything new.
Some crushes are better left in old school notebooks.
Iām a little suaver, now.
I know how to play hard to catch.
A story will pass me by on the street and Iāll thinkĀ ānot bad!ā
But my standards are set, now,
And I donāt hurry to grow weak in the knees
And weak in the wrists with carpal tunnel.Ā
Iāll let the stories pass me by.
Maybe even twice.
But if we bump into each other three times ā well, thatās no coincidence.
So we meet up at coffee shops and book stores,
And over thermoses of tea in parks, and get to know each other.
Once weāve invested some time in each other we get down to the business
Of arguing and making upĀ
And learning more about ourselves the more we learn about each other.
And as the dust settles around us, we can see how far weāve come and grown together,
Both made better by the experience.
Weāll always have those lines and phrases of each other floating around inside,
Bringing lasting sweetness to that bitter short Dear John letterĀ
āThe Endā
That all story-lovers know:
You made me cry and I threw you across a room,Ā
But oh, how glad I am I knew you.Ā
Story-Lovers, by Stacia Joy
Lunchtime doodles. The Chancellor and Lady NĆ”tala from THE PHOENIX THIEF.Ā
Writing a vur dramatic, vur intense scene for The Fire-keeper. And my characters do this.Ā
Friend: Why are you wearing a sweater it's 90Āŗ outside.
Me: All I heard was 'sweater'.
Friend:...
Me: Sweatersssss
āBARE BONES is a collection of poetry, prose, and freeform writings by author/illustrator Stacia Joy that peels back the thick skin of expectations, self-preservation, and societal norms in an attempt to honestly communicate what life with depression and PTSD is like; a glimpse through the stark lens of rediscovering emotional fluency that reveals the juxtaposition of pain and beauty in its rawest form.ā
Read the collection at barebonescollection.com
Thereās no beat inside my chest so I beat it now to see If stayinā alive will be the best opportunity To beat some blood into this brain set captive thoughts free Beat feeling into these two hands if temporarily And maybe Just maybe By some rhythmic art Beat by beat Beat by beat Jumpstart this faulty heart
Stalled :: Stacia JoyĀ
A woman is not written in braille, you donāt have to touch her to know her.
(via lailli)
I had a dream last night that soos was all excited for a road trip or something but then an alien attacked and itās revealed heās an interplanetary celebrity and hero but he just never managed to get out of oregon. Heās been to alpha centauri but not Seattle and that was hilarious to me because he was just so excited.
Morgan EV3
Oh.Ā Now thatās lovely.Ā
do you ship Peggy more with Daniel, Jack or Jason?
I ship Peggy with self-worth, life choices that are in no way derivative of the men around her, and eternal happiness.
Also Steve.
This Is How It Was (Psalm of Grief)
Can you hear me, Father?
Can you hear me, Father?
Daddyās gone, mamaās home
Lying in the bed
Demons are in sisterās blood
Brotherās eyes are dead
The miles between these winter fields
Are longer than whistleās blow
Can you hear me, Father?
Can you hear me?
Sometimes I just donāt know
Daddy, oh, where did you go?
Youāre a big boss man, I know
Hours, numbers, suit and tie, there's
Less of you the more I grow
The distance of these frozen flights
Are longer than whistleās blow
Can you hear me, Father?
Can you hear me?
Sometimes I just donāt know
Mama sleeps, dreams of sheep
Neat and white as snow
While wolves rush in with sugar lips and
Her flock donāt know to say no
The wanderings of these un-marked trails
Are longer than whistleās blow
Can you hear me, Father?
Can you hear me?
Sometimes I just donāt know
Sister feels a battlefield
Runs screaming in her sleep
The demons want to be cut loose
And bad blood it runs deep
The beats between these cold hard hearts
Are longer than whistleās blow
Can you hear me, Father?
Can you hear me?
Sometimes I just donāt know
Brother mine I miss the times
I saw sunshine in your face
But Iām not the one to bring it back
I must trust the ways of grace
But the hours beneath these hoarfrost stars
Are longer than whistleās blow
Can you hear me, Father?
Can you hear me?
Sometimes I just donāt know
Can you hear me, Father?
Can you hear me, Father?
This Is How It Was (Psalm of Grief), S. J. Grabber
What I've learned as a follower of Jesus with an anxiety disorder and mood disorder.
Being a Christian affected by mental illness is HARD. Itās hard, and itās a constant fight, and itās okay to admit that to yourself. Give yourself some grace. Some days youāll have trouble going to church or reading your Bible or praising Jesus because the dishes arenāt washed & you canāt see the floor of your room & your cuts are stinging & people are scary. Some days, you may feel like turning away from it all & just letting depression (or anxiety, or borderline, or bipolar disorder) consume you.
But please donāt stop fighting for it. Make plans for church next Sunday. Find a Bible reading plan or a Bible study that gets you excited, even if itās just a teeny tiny microscopic bit excited.
Most importantly, donāt stop praising Jesus. Itās okay to be angry. Itās okay to be hurt and not understand your suffering. Itās okay to tell God youāre mad, mad, mad.
But just the thought of who Christ is and what He has done for us should always bring you to your knees. Remember that, in His mortality, He suffered as you did- suffered so that, even on your darkest night, you can have hope for life everlasting- with no physical disabilities, no mental impairments, no sadness, no pain.
Keep reading
*sits down to write*
Well these characters aināt gonna kill themselves.
Just now I shouted out to my roommate across the house that I thought she was wonderful and I wanted her to know just because, and she came into my room with tears in her eyes and hugged me and then left without saying a word and that is why I always encourage people every chance I can.
ONE WEEK MORE (or, THE ART STUDENTS ARE THE MISERABLE ONES)
--Listen to the above, but pretend they are singing the below revised lyrics--
[ValJean]
One week more
Another class, another harsh critique
This never-ending road to Calvary
My professors donāt seem to mind
That revisions take up so much time
Just one week more
[Marius]
I hadn't even started until today
From social life I must be parted
[Valjean]
One week more
[Marius & Cosette]
It was no work and just all play
But now Iāve really got to get started
[Eponine]
One week more all on my own
[Marius & Cosette]
Will these finals ever end?
[Eponine]
One more week of professors not caring
[Marius & Cosette]
Was this what I came to do?
[Eponine]
Ah if only I had known
[Marius & Cosette]
The crazed artist trope is true!
[Eponine]
What pain art school holds for me here!
[Enjolras]
One week more before the storm
[Marius]
Do I follow my new muse?
[Enjolras]
One more week till creative freedom
[Marius]
Shall I stick with what Iāve got here?
[Enjolras]
Shall I join those in the workrooms?
[Marius]
Do I start over; do I dare?
[Enjolras]
Whoāll pull an all-nighter with me?
[All]
The time is now, the week is here
[Valjean]
One week more!
[Javert]
One week more till end of term
Iāll crush them before itās done
Iāll be ready for these schoolchildren
Iāll make them paint with their own blood
[Valjean]
One week more!
[M. & Mme. Thenardier]
Watch āem run amuck,
Catch āem as they fall
Never know your luck
When thereās a free for all
Hereās a little ādip'
Thereās a little ātouchupā
Most of this art is failures
So they wonāt mind much!
[Student (2 groups)]
[1]
One week til this term is ending
[2]
Struggle to keep your hopes high!
[1]
I hope this doesnāt look like a Kinkade!
[2]
I hope this doesnāt look like a Kinkade!
[1]
Thereās a good grade for the winning
[2]
Do you hear the muses sing?
[Marius]
My place is here, I paint with you!
[Valjean]
One week more!
[Marius & Cosette]
I did not begin work until today
[Eponine]
One week more, my mind is gone
[Marius & Cosette]
And still I've only gotten started
[Javert]
I will join these studentsā work times
I will trail them to their studios
I will learn their incorrect techniques
To demerit them for what they donāt know
[Marius & Cosette]
I havenāt even started till today
[Eponine]
Ah if only I had known
[Marius & Cosette]
Iāve really only just gotten started
[Javert (overlapping)]
I will join these studentsā work times
I will trail them to their studios
I will learn their incorrect techniques
[M. & Mme. Thenardier (overlapping)]
Watch āem run amuck,
Catch āem as they fall
Never know your luck
When thereās a free for all
[Valjean]
Next week seems so far away
Yet next week is the judgement day
[All]
Next week weāll discover
What our professors and grades have in store
Work ātil dawn
Then work all day
One week more!
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