#creative swap

[badgerfireball]

Icon help?

Hey um, I kind of realized I’ve had this icon since Christmas 2014... I don’t know if anyone would be willing to do like, an art/ creative swap for a new one but I’d be super happy to do it. Um, I can do some basic art (I’m not too good at it but I can always try :) ) or I’d be willing to do a short story in exchange. I feel super silly asking V.V If anyone is interested just send me a message, if not no worries :)

<3 TITHF

[yeahsurewhynot-blog]

How does one do this...

Anyone fancy doing a art swap/pen pal thing with me? Not really sure how it works.. An art swap would be ideal, but just throwing the idea out there if any of my (sane) followers want to do it with me? Letter writing seems like a dying thing but who doesn't enjoy receiving letters?!?!

[sustraccion]

CREATIVE SWAP : ARTRETURE +CAGEANDKEY

Like a rake it glides across the leaves dipped in fading brown coarse pavements scrape off momentary auburn-dappled objects as sharp as claws, as quick as breath. The morning heavens dipped in creamy blue and orange rush the agile birds tear across the free skies feeling the blast of air beneath its wings like kings. Fierce rays of light bellow through and into the panoramic expanse as it peeps through cottony clouds with warmth, with might bouncing, igniting… I wish you were here with me. Here with me just as this autumn and this cold breeze are; together. together clasping as we lose ourselves in a spring of dreams  as we lose ourselves like children do over cotton candy; eagerly, under these beautiful morning heavens,  without a drop of concern about the passing of the time. I didn’t notice the passing of the time;  it ran like an analogy of fire over one those brown and dead oak tree leaves it ran quickly. Now I find myself, once again, lonely;  though that’s all I’ve ever been.

Artetrure: Italics Cage&Key:bold

[lightfallsup-blog]

arias in the sun

For [Artreture](http://artreture.tumblr.com/) I wanted to come with ghosts to your geek palace in the sun. I had thought, perhaps, I could descend from the mountaintop with bent lips to knock fiercely at your door, where you'd be waiting with cheese curls and brandy. In my dark heart, I knew together we'd prevent the cruelty of April and agree to measure life in freeform salutations (coffee spoons left to other, finer minds). In that short space, between the kitchen and the porch, we'd go without [capitalizations], have laughter beyond [punctuations]. But it's not as if things come to be in such ways, or, really if they ever come to be at all-- Instead, my descension came and went totally without firestorms, I rode the Tram down and across to reach you above the bakeries in the Paris dawn and you were there with coffee fingertips and we sat in awkward quiet, drawn through into the sun, but oddness hardly overwhelms: I smile, you laugh. Somewhere a curtain falls.