I find this in my fucking practice notebook
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I find this in my fucking practice notebook
!!! If you appreciate art, reblog it!! Holy fuck!! Just liking stuff does SHIT to the Artwork or the artist! Sorry to be harsh but just liking an artwork is a huge Fuck You too the artist! It's basically saying "I see your artwork, I acknowledge it being made. But I will not share it because I do not appreciate it" if that's what you intend to do them spare us the heartbreak and DO. NOT. LIKE. IT. IN. THE. FIRST. PLACE. It's not that fucking hard. It's 2021 I shouldn't be yelling about this holy shit. This is the biggest reason why creators are discouraged from creating. Source: I'M ONE OF SAID CREATORS
I'm going to attack every desi millennial/gen z on this webbed site
ive been crying over this since yesterday so have a shitty meme about it
By the way please follow my Professional Business Mehendi Instagram Account™ at @caffeinated_henna ily
When I was a child, my mother would put henna on my hands
Beautiful, intricate patterns, adorning my tiny, pale hands
They would stain dark, blacker than the blackest ink
They would stay for weeks
I would show them off, to friends and family, proudly
Prouder than I have ever been of my own art
I would stare at my hands
Like they were adorned with the most precious of gems and the most rare of silks
When I grew older, my mother would put henna on my hands
And her students, and her colleagues
It was practice
I would take it for granted, just routine
It was nothing much
I would take the inky black stain for granted
I didn't care much for it
It was just practice, and I was too busy to care
A while ago, I started developing my own style
I draw intricate patterns with henna
Of my own design
I cover my arms for hours
Not caring about the world
Just me, getting lost in my art
Striving to make every detail correct
Striving to make every detail seen
I wait, I pray for hours, I try every trick in the book
So that my henna is dark, stained dark, darker than the blackest ink
It stains dark, every time I decorate my hands
But still, every time, I pray
I pray for the universe to heed my humble request
I don't want to take this for granted, not at all
(kind of going along with the idea that a darker stain indicates how much loved you are. I never write, but there are occasional word vomits here and there. I hope y'all find this half coherent lmao)
Happy rakshabandhan everyone I'm giving you all one(1) free pass to hit your sibling (the catch here is that they get one to use on you as well) use it wisely 🥰🥰
Fuck "my English teacher complimented my work" it's all about "I finished the problem before my math teacher could and now they are using my work as an example" now