#descriptive imagery

[smilingg-saturnn]

a sinking feeling

i sink my teeth into my palm itchy, itchy, itchy my dry skin like sand paper against my tongue the texture akin to jerky i sink my teeth into my tattoo bitter, bitter, bitter is this what pen ink tastes like? the blood that drips down my chin is black, viscous i sink my teeth into nothing click, click, click my lip is chewed raw stomach still twinging as i writhe

[fluffy-pawninja]

Scenic and descriptive writing practice cause I’m bored and it’s the one part of my writings I don’t hate when I reread them.

The night was beautiful. The inky black sky dotted with little white stars and a full moon. Few clouds drifted through. You sit there on this still night, just looking out into the void of stars. You’ve come to accept that the void isn’t this emotionless hold that everyone paints it out to be. It’s much more than that. And to those who will listen, the void shall speak. To those who are willing, the void shall sing. And to those who feel like they have nothing left to loose, the void shall offer it’s peace. But even if you are afraid of loosing something, if you give it the right chance you shall still find some tranquility in it’s calming blackness. Afterall, the void is everywhere. You rest your eyes and lean back slowly, eventually in an almost laying position ontop of a friend. Their light fur jacket felt soft as you rest your head upon their chest. They wrap their arms around you in a comforting sort of way. You feel an odd sense of saftey and security as you feel their arm wrap around you. You take a deep, yet still soft breath. The cool night air crisp and calm. After a short few moments your friend runs their fingers through your hair. You feel as their hand gently moves across your head, softly moving around you hair as their finders push through it slowly. Their calm and gentle mostions eventually cause you to drift to sleep, and a short while later so would they. They night drew on as you law there, peacefully in their arms in the moonlight beneath a starlit sky.

[artpartment]

school today actually would have been good if it wasn't as hot as satan's sweaty ballsack

[beskylike]

The man noted that the flowers and leaves grew under Briar’s fingernails. When he lifted Briar’s hand to let the silk robes slide back, he even saw that the colorful plants continued up the young man’s arms, moving and opening leaves or new blossoms and sending out new stems as he watched.

from Battle Magic by Tamora Pierce

Descriptive imagery. An idea for a drawing

[not-a-mer-gentleman]

I'm just gonna re-post this periodically because it makes me laugh <3

[jescai]

"Things Fall Apart",Chinua Achebe (x)