#icannot even

[thebookofcarol]

just laughing at the fact Daryl was late arriving for dinner as promised on the radio one day, and Carol drove to Maine, got on a plane and landed in big old France. and in less than 3 days in a totally foreign country, she manages to find Daryl.

that woman! she's a force of nature!!

did i mention she has been in France for 3 days!! 3 whole freaking days!🤯🤯🤯

[psycho-mocha]

can you please stop being so cute I have a life to live

[fairyjeons]

Breathless from the suddenness, he simply loved this side of you, leaning himself closer; his warm breathe tickling at your ear. “But you love it,” Yoongi remarks, gliding his tongue beneath your ear all the way down to the side of your neck. His teeth nibbled on your skin, and you both knew marks were to be made in the form of purple, and red. -yoongi

“Hmph,” was all I could say as I felt your teeth against my skin, prompting me to grind my teeth as an attempt to bite back anymore noises that could ruin my attempt to ‘ignore you’. “I’m trying to watch the movie,” I mumbled and although I didn’t stutter, the obvious breathy tone gave it away and once again, I tried my best to not give you the same treatment you were currently giving me.

[fairyjeons]

He threw his thoughts away, realizing you both made it in front of the class. He send a warm smile one every girl wish to receive, leaning himself down to kiss your cheek, before whispering into your ear, “See you later sweetheart,” And with that, he turned walking himself away not without sending a wink just to also piss off the girls watching aside. - yoongi

Despite the usual blushing, a triumphant smirk found its place on my lips as you kissed my cheek. “Bye, oppa,” I giggled at the wink and waved goodbye before entering class and taking my seat. The girls who were watching seemed conflicted on whether or not to gossip about me or ask me themselves. 

“You’re dating Min Yoongi?!” one of them finally asked and I gave a brief nod before the lecture began.

[snacksandharts-blog]

[arschbiene]

I'm not sure if anyone asked you this but... how did you start getting interested in doing art? Were you inspired by someone close or did you just love to draw as a kid?

Whoah…No one’s ever asked me this before and I never really thought about when I got interested. HMMnnn… this probably one of those questions you answer really shortly, but I have nothing better to do but talk. 

     I think really at the earliest I remember, I was interested because I found it entertaining to play pretend with drawings and it had the nice bonus of getting me attention from my mother. I had a rough childhood. I grew up really as poor as it gets, the fifth child out of six in a tiny one bedroom brooklyn apartment with a single mother. Needless to say, there wasn’t a lot of parental love and attention going around, and my mother had always wanted to be an artist but her parents never allowed her, so of course, I quickly learned it was one of the few things that she really put effort into nurturing in me that I happened to have an interest in. I didn’t have many friends…not in school and definitely not among my siblings so drawing was kinda like the silver lining in my life. It made me feel special when my mother would go out and buy everyone candy to share, and instead she would get me a notebook. 

      Those notebooks helped me deal with a lot in my life that I couldn’t understand or accept as a child. I would get so lost in them, weaving stories and meticulously illustrating them. I think I had a natural inclination and interest to draw, I remember always being fascinated by illustrations on things like stickers and folders. I think I stared and admired the few toys I had more than I even played with them laughs. 

     I felt..really empowered by drawing as a child. Growing up my older siblings drew really ugly pictures of each other that highlighted flaws and won fights like that and I really wanted to learn how to draw like that too. It was like ammo against mean kids, legitimately ain’t childish logic great? After that I really started to draw furiously and boy did I draw a lot of ugly pictures of people and get into lots of trouble.

      I dont think Art was anything but a survival skill to me for the longest time. In elementary, I was more vehement about being a veterinarian or a librarian laughs. I think middle school was kinda my motivation. I ACTUALLY FOLLOW the girl who made me really decide I wanted to draw here on tumblr. I HOPE SHE ISN’T READING THIS…(I love you daisy, I have such fond memories of us growing up together)

    But back in middle school, In like 6th-7th grade, I used to dabble in drawing and she was just so much better than me and god she would draw these lovely comics and shit AND i would be so envious and try and try and try to be as good as her, and one of my other friends who was kinda a bitch like most of my “friends” turn out to be, one day took my drawing book without permission and kinda blurted out how much I SUCKED compared to Daisy…AND I WAS SO UPSET, i quit for…like a week, and then boom, i got all pissed off about it and motivated so i started again just to prove that friend wrong.

     In highschool, I had a similar experience WITH ANOTHER FRIEND I FOLLOW HERE…..LAUGHS…but we had such a friendly mutual competition going on but to make it even worse, she was in the art program of our school and I wasn’t. I think I was always a little envious of her courage and confidence and another friend of ours who could draw like an angel… I always knew I didn’t measure up, you know? Not only in talent but in just confidence. And I’ve never done well with feelings of inferiority.

     So for a while I GAVE UP AGAIN, but drawing is like being on drugs. You try and go cold turkey but then you relapse like the filthy addict you are. I wanted to prove myself wrong this time, though. I wanted to keep up with my friends, I wanted to share that experience, and I wanted to prove that I didn’t need to be in an art program to be an artist.

     AND YOU KNOW…I think I did well. I’m proud of myself.

    I will decline to even talk about the latest insidious friendship I have removed myself from that unleashed a recent flood of improvements inside me…But I think a lot of my artistic motivation and inspiration comes from a place of anger or spite. I draw because it keeps me going. I draw because I’m angry about a lot and it’s one of the few things no one can take away from me.

    So IDK I rambled, but…I don’t get discouraged when I see someone better than me or if someone doesn’t believe in me, I get really fucking inspired to show them what I can do. I often told myself, “If I am 15 and this good, I’ll be 21 and even better. I can’t wait until I’m 25 and see how amazing I am.”

    And it’s held true because I’ve wanted it to be true with all my heart and I gave it my all.

    I refuse to be defeated by other people, I use them to fuel me instead. Anger can either destroy you, or it can make you powerful, just depends on what the hell you do with it.

There is no sweeter revenge than a life long and well lived. Leave your haters to your dust and work hard to become equals with your competition, nothing in this world can make you happier.

[hurricanewhip]

I just had to turn that violin cover into a MP3. If anyone wants, I'll post it.

[holyshisus-blog]

Carmen u are my hero omg.

That response was so A++++++