I Heard Once That Art Is An Ad For What The Soul Wants

I heard once that art is an ad for what the soul wants

How does feel for you to create art?

I was talking with a friend recently and the topic of the conversation was, quote-unquote, self abuse through art.

And i noticed.

We feel our creation processes differently.

For her, it was like turning frustrated tears into a river from which drink thirsty deer. It’s pouring out resentment and loneliness and anger at how she was wronged.

For me, it’s more like reopening healing wounds and turning the blood beautiful. I use more sadness and mourning and fear. Almost like an apology. Almost like a quiet story told at dawn. It feels like pleading.

And it all got me curious, artists and writers and poets, how does it feel like for you?

Please don’t hesitate reblogging your experience, i want to know all.

(Also, it doesn’t have to be about everything you’ve ever written, just a general vibe or a theme you find yourself returning to often)

One unexpected thing about being on T is the way that cis men are also jealous of you

I have an athropromophized college (that got unreasonably popular with my entire degree program) that sadistically and intentionally forces students to work day and night, ruining their backs, wrists, and futures to fuel the monopolized industry that's currently crippled and starved, all for his own profit.

He's also a perverted little shoe-licker with a bunch of other friends.

It's animation. The animation industry. The account is @mr_sheridan on instagram. (It's kinda old now)

I wanna make an appreciation post for everyone's villain OCs. Please please please tell me about the most nasty, vicious, evil little bastard from your brain.

I promise I'll be perfectly normal about them and not make them my blorbo <3

The way I read "kinky tea"

A dystopian sci-fi where the “opressed” cave dwellers rise up only to find out the city-people had no idea they were there and are more than willing to help.

Falin, Oil on paper and digital