idk maybe ill come back whilst working on fic :3
The Stonewall Inn
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Jules of Nature
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Andulka
trying on a metaphor
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idk maybe ill come back whilst working on fic :3
Give a rose blood and it really blossoms.
Väinö Kirstinä, tr. by Herbert Lomas, from Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “Rose and Apple,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Another drawing crossed off my list. Ahri! Practicing more lights in this one.
hi i’m here to talk about characters with aches
aches from old injuries. finicky battle wounds, stiff joints from being restrained in captivity - things that their body never erased, pain that reminds them every day of what they went through. maybe it’s obvious, like a limp, or maybe it’s something that is only clear with early morning stretches and groans. maybe the aches grow worse in rainy weather, or when they think about the injury that caused the soreness.
a character who has to live with aches, and the painful memories behind them.
you are alone. achingly, hurtingly alone. you have always been alone, and you always will be alone. you hunger, you hunger, and it is for something you cannot reach. it is a lifetime away from you, and you will be alone for that lifetime and even after that. your hunger will not be satisfied. you are alone.
My mind throbs with divine emotion,
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Ioannis Zervos wr. c. November 1914 (via violentwavesofemotion)
“She thinks the world is tiny and the heart is immense,”
— Federico García Lorca, tr. by Sarah Arvio, from Selections; “The Recluse,”
I will go to war in a red dress, trample your ashes in high heels, look for my lipstick stain on your collar when I lean forwards not to kiss you, but to whisper: “I win.”
I am woman - a.j. (via achillics)
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sunmi really did that
SONG ♬ : Sunmi - Gashina (가시나)
Why are you leaving such a beautiful woman like me behind ?
“Soulmates aren’t just lovers.”
— Ryn Weaver; Traveling Song
SUNMI (선미)
[Dionysos]. Swoony type, long hair, bedroom eyes, cheeks like wine.
Euripides, Bakkhai (tr. by Anne Carson)
It’s spring, and still you’re away,
Li Bai, tr. by Keith Holyoak, from “Facing the Moon: Poems of Li Bai and Du Fu,” (via violentwavesofemotion)