Extremely sketchy, but I wanted to draw @metazensae’s apprentice ‘cause they are super cute and the Mun is such a sweet person 👌 💕
Check out their blog, pals, and check out @thearcanagame as well~~
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Extremely sketchy, but I wanted to draw @metazensae’s apprentice ‘cause they are super cute and the Mun is such a sweet person 👌 💕
Check out their blog, pals, and check out @thearcanagame as well~~
Cường is stoic. He seldom expresses any emotion, a very baffling if not unsettling level of callousness and unfeeling, but the depth of emotion that bogs him is astronomical. And when he sees dying and grief and heartache, loss, regret and anger every day to unbearable degrees, who could blame him? Anyway, Weird Goodbyes from The National is so good for him:
I don't know why I don't try harder. / I've been going down some, some strange water.
This line is good for Cường's air of distance. He doesn't try. He doesn't do much beyond the baseline. He lives, and he finds comfort in the banal, the 'everyday', but he does have this air of, well, not giving up, but simply coasting.
It finally hits me, a mile's drive. / The sky is leaking, my windshield's crying. / I'm feeling sacred, my soul is stripped. / Radio's painful, the words are clipped.
Just good imagery. His world is very naked and bare. He bears the brunt of so many emotions, all of them negative, and it is a very humbling experience. It should leave you stripped bare, and that said, it's all very thoroughly upsetting.
The grief, it gets me, and the weird goodbyes.
I don't think I have to say more. He's met with endless goodbyes. (Oddly enough, though, or maybe romantically, he never considers a goodbye forever, even when, in this context, goodbye means death.)
My car is creepin', I think it's dying. / I'm pullin' over until it heals. / I'm on a shoulder of lemon fields.
I figure during moments of extreme overload, Cường just stops everything. He needs that quiet again. He needs that stillness, the stagnancy, the abundance of loud and roaring nothing to find himself. It's tiring work losing yourself.
well im thinking of putting my blog on hiatus again since school has started and i dont wanna fuck it up too much