My Thougts - Tumblr Posts
Some times I see people with pretty/cute/badass outfits and I want to draw them but the problem is I can't stop them and say "Hey, can't I take a picture of you so I can draw you ? Because y'know, you're cool in case you didn't know."
I mean I can but I'm too shy for this.
Speaking of outfit, guys should have more diversity and extravagant clothes.
We all have been tirelessly trying to fit in the mould of a person who's desirable and appreciated by the standards of the world. We know originality is an art but we still find ourselves in the loop counting how many do we influence. I think that is the tragedy. To know what is art yet to run behind the bland. To know what is life yet to chase the very death, everyday.
-V
People often have callous ways to talk to us- even the ones who we are pretty much attached to. That is one issue. Another one is that we are expected to take all the callousness, rudeness and harsh treatment as a joke because they don't mean it. And if we allow ourselves to feel hurt, we are not cool enough. Being cool means laughing at things that should be scoffed at. Is it?!?
I need it viciously- for people to draw clear bold lines about jokes and seriousness. You don't get to joke about my insecurities. You don't get to call me mean things. You don't get to make me feel like an unimportant unworthy piece of ruin who deserves anything but kindness. Sorry, I don't approve.
I do not know if it counts -outside of tumblr- the mental struggle that I face everyday. The constant fight between the force to race and the force to live. I am not able to do these two simultaneously- race and live. Does this make me weaker than the rest? Or everyone has their own personal battlefields where they put up a strong face while crumpling within.
ok, but do you love like a cat or a dog?
is your love the quiet comfort of a cat, curling up in the sunlit corner of someone's life, distant yet always near?
or do you love like a dog, fiercely loyal, bounding towards someone with joy, no matter the storms they carry?
in a constant enemies to lovers kinda relationship with myself
i fold my heart into quiet places, hoping someone will find it and know how to hold it.
excerpts from my heart
Appreciation post for your partner/roommate's favorite moots bc I know I'm not the only one who likes to hear about the little microcosm of shenanigans going on across the way even if I'm not involved or in on the joke
It's amazing that we can make friends and friends of friends anywhere in the world in seconds. Fuck people who say social media isn't real bc we can make connections with people we may never see in real life. We can hear their stories and their perspectives and ideas and I just hgghhgghgg
I love my moots
I love my wife's moots
I love my moots wife's moots moots
Just
Everyone
But mostly @birdantlers and @angelpissgabe
Something about analog horror just makes me so happy. The story telling in most of them are so good and the spookyness is just a plus to me. My favorite ones so far are definitely Vina Carnis(I think that's how it's spelled) and Greylock, the creature designs are just so cool KABDNSB
Anyways I'm done rambling, have a good day :]
What is this feeling
When your body is aching
But you ain't crying
This numbing sensation
Making you stop talking
Making you stop thinking
Searching for all those feelings
But finding nothing
The wind mocks me for she is free and I'm not
#01
why did everyone suddenly decide to ignore the beauty of languages? or was it my community only? people see patterns in science, but isn't it the same in learning a language?
english has many rules and exceptions and after thoroughly learning them over several years, i can say it's incredibly absorbing. every time i know what article, preposition, or structure to use, i feel a small sense of satisfaction and the fire of knowledge ignites within me. it's not a game of chance, but isn't it strange how some people can just feel what's right?
and oh, the power words hold. the poems of the greatest writers have caused civilizations to kneel down, letters from loved ones never fail to reach the depths of our souls and a single word spontaneously uttered in the middle of an argument can shatter even the strongest relationships
there is a variety of writing: academic, journalism, classics, non-fiction... everything is unique in its own way. sometimes, just sometimes, after remembering all these things, I feel less bitter about not being a person of science
I'm a writer, a dreamer, a lover of words. I believe in the power of stories to inspire, to connect, to heal. I believe in the power of words to change the world.
This blog is my little corner of the internet, a space where I can share my thoughts, my stories, my passions. It's a place where I can connect with other writers, readers, and dreamers. It's a place where I can be myself, unfiltered and uncensored.
So welcome to my world. Let's explore the power of words together.
I just thought that i have a girl in my group who I'm talking with more than with everyone else there, we are quite introverted and also the think that may make us white crows is girlhood, i look like grungy-emo sad skinny bitch 2014(maybe sometimes just like alcoholic), detached from reality, and she is girly-christianic girl listening and reading some classic stuff (angel-iris) , at the same time with the spirit of chaotic academy, and we both can't do labs accurate...
I dunno if anyone did this but idk how to say it so just look
*insert this one song from tt*
I could never choose to love another
Maybe one day I can learn to love you too
Jdidbdjx when I first heard it I immediately thought of them. Did anyone thought the same? SBG 🔛🔝
I love it when I'm on the bus in the morning to go to school, devouring old man’s with my eyes
I’m not used to feel. So when I do, I feel things so deeply that I don’t know how to express it. It doesn’t matter if my feelings are “good or bad”, it’s so intense in my chest that I choke on it.
Just rewatched midnight mass and I want to leave here MY thoughts&Opinion, so there it goes:
TW: Death, spoilers of Midnight Mass, alcohol (?)
I love everything about Mike's work, because he knows what he's doing, he WANTS to make us cry, to love-hate (some of) his characters.
Riley is introduced to us in a very raw way, we met Riley seeing what he did, Riley 'was' an alcoholic and he killed someone and he got arrested. The whole time we watch Riley trying to redeem himself and not knowing what to do, he goes to church for his mom&dad, he helps his dad with the boat, and sometimes it feels so awkward to see it, he feels guilty. Not only he tried to help his family, he tried to help and save everyone. He knew at this point, he couldn't do much but even with that he showed Erin what was happening and he knew she wouldn't just sit and save only herself and his family, Erin loved 'The crock pot', and mainly Riley...
Riley Flynn's death was so sad and beautiful, he got what he wanted, what he needed, Riley was forgiven and now his soul was free from his suffering, everything was worth it now.
The way he gave us monsignor pruitt's "regret", when monsignor gets mad about his misinterpretation and just don't do anything about it because he just knows there's nothing left, he can't help them anymore, and it's HIS fault in the end...I just think and think the way he threw his collar and there's so much meaning in this action...
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Well that's it guys ;) I had more thoughts about mm but that what I fell talking about, thanks for reading and tell if I said something wrong!!
It wasn't a enimies situation,
It was an understanding of a misunderstanding.
~Pricilla ♡