I Am Trying - Tumblr Posts
just a little sketch
I am trying so so hard to get some prompts done this year 😭 Day one and two are done, but day two kind of turned into a bit of a crackfic- oops. Here are two lines from two of the fics :D
| Again, Jack was a great person, just a tad overbearing.
| “What, opening the bag of bread? I’m sure I can’t screw it up too badly.” ...He ripped four pieces of bread trying to get them out.
anyway good luck to everyone and have some fun with it !
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Everything hurts. Everything sucks. Everything is not beautiful but at least I am trying. Trying to be kind to myself, trying everything that I can do and capable of. This is me trying.
thought I'd make it to the end of the year, but it's just getting tougher and tougher
Remember that our future doesn't have to be terrible! We're creating it and we should take action to create the future of our desire. Try to make the world a better place each day for yourself and others.
gay people need to get off ao3 and start publishing whole ass novels
Sico animation practise -w-
To the person playing meme song on full volume 23:53 I hope you perish
My quick sketches- Creedtober 2020
*hope you are happy😊
On the bright note, I'm funny
Why did you ruin me?
Am I sabotaging myself into this ideal of trauma wherein you're the villain,
The villain who slaughtered my innocence?
Am I the villain?
I get told these stories if the past,
In these stories my character seems to be someone else.
A stranger, a misfit.
If only I could remember
Why did you ruin me?
Am I sabotaging myself into this ideal of trauma wherein you're the villain,
The villain who slaughtered my innocence?
Am I the villain?
I get told these stories if the past,
In these stories my character seems to be someone else.
A stranger, a misfit.
If only I could remember
My shoulders feel heavy with unfulfillment
My hands have been soaked in disappointments
My feet are tied up with the weight of my expectations
My head has been forced to bow down to my failures
Yet in my eyes still lies that fire
My eyes will shine even if my face is dirty
The fire of my ambition will not be absorbed by the hell fire of the world
But even after making it through
After seeing the light
After witnessing the miracles I've created
After doing the impossible
I'll always be my broken self
Unless I come to face with the truth
And heal
But even after making it through
After seeing the light
After witnessing the miracles I've created
After doing the impossible
I'll always be my broken self
Unless I come to face with the truth
And heal
But even after making it through
After seeing the light
After witnessing the miracles I've created
After doing the impossible
I'll always be my broken self
Unless I come to face with the truth
And heal
But even after making it through
After seeing the light
After witnessing the miracles I've created
After doing the impossible
I'll always be my broken self
Unless I come to face with the truth
And heal