YOU YEAH YOU! DO THIS THING WITH ME!

YOU— YEAH YOU! DO THIS THING WITH ME!

THIS IS YOUR AGGRESSIVE SIGN TO CREAT EVERY DAY FOR ONE YEAR.

Okokokokok so the goal is essentially what I said above. Write/draw something every day for a year. I know that sounds like A LOT but even if you can spare 2 minutes in your day to quickly scrible something into your notes app that's perfect.

Why should you bother with this?

You will end up at 365 pieces by the end of the year

you will improve your skills

you are bound to find some gold

even if you miss 1/3 of the days you will still have 243 things!!!

helps you be more in tune with your feeling (especially if you treat it like a journal)

you can try out different styles in a judgement free zone

uhhhh you love me

you will learn how to be more creative

you will have content to post on your blog/publish/submit to contests

you will have something to keep you going/motivated

you won't be alone

AND LOTS OF OTHERS I DONT HAVE TIME FOR

So this is your sign to write with me

(don't worry about starting on the same day just start making stuff)

I will be posting the things I write on @rheas-poetry-motivation

JOIN ME 🫵

Tagging people for reach and cause i love my moots:

@mister-dirty-hands, @bamb1fawn, @outromoony, @themortalityofundyingstars, @garden-of-runar

@ancientpokemonrock, @ang3lic-t3ars, @justiceforplutoo, @albatris, @gayafaaryn

@lorelangdon, @imastoryteller, @chaoticcandle, @gildy-locks, @jamespotterbbg

@seekmemystar, @tequilaqueen, @picklerab23, @a-k-oblackhat, @leahnardo-da-veggie

Hiiii my children

ahhh I'm sryyy I will be taking a one week break from tumble for exams 😭

Uhhh please send halp and ily byeeee

I can't Breathe.

My hands are shaking,

Tears are crashing down my face

My eyes are red.

Inside my mind is chaos.

Racing. Running. Screaming

With things and thoughts,

That I told myself I’d ignore, forget, move on from.

The yelling,

The sound of her voice,

The look on their faces,

‘What are 5 things you can see’

The dirty floor.

The sink through the crack in the door.

The writing on the stall.

My hair in front of my eyes.

The shoes of the person in the next stall over.

‘Four things that you can feel’

My jacket in my hands.

The wall against my back.

The wetness of my face.

The tight laces of my shoes.

‘Three things you can hear’

The running of one of the sinks.

The chatter or voices.

The sound of the bell.

‘Two things you can smell’

A strong perfume.

Pollen from the open window.

‘One thing you can taste’

The blood from the cut in my mouth.

I can start to breathe.

The air is heaven on my lungs.

My eyes are still red.

Tears have crashed down my face.

My hands are still shaking

But at least I can Breathe.

@rheas-chaos-motivation

Hi! I wrote this poem a long time ago but I decided to post it. This is experience inspired. I hope you have a good day!

not me likiing every time i see a head cannon for any fandom like

I DONT KNOW WHO THESE PEOPLE ARE BUT YESSSS I LOVE THAT FOR THEM

(THE VOICES)

PFFT WHAT

WHATEVER ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

You ever just… yell about #🐻 anon??