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My version of a year-end wrap-up, like the fabled Spotify Wrapped (which I do not have, being on Pandora in my classroom and my father’s Apple Music family plan): StoryGraph.
Today I am celebrating. I reached a goal that I set for myself, and am kind of stunned that I made it. So here I am, reflecting on my own reading habits. And I think I will try for the same number next year — 100 just sounds good to me.
https://app.thestorygraph.com/profile/sweetbriar15
sestina 02
Three street corners down a boy is hilarious and the laugh in his chest feels something like fate. He chokes over the sound of his father, axed timber, shuts his eyes and dreams of life. Another new beginning. A mouth opens in his chest, cavernous urge to clarify because running cannot be the only option, safety is not a lost, lonely option. Because children find cowardice hilarious with eyes black and empty to clarify that some shut-eye on tree bark is certain fate. The goodness is coming. Don’t stop beginning. He cries wax tears and ignores father. Timber- wood falls in the forest and anyway "Timber!" will cover a sound, if there is one, (an option to end or keep living), a beginning, unkempt and he’s heavenly, hilarious. Scream and the echo crawls back, slow fate muddled touch. He’ll beg: "Answer me. Clarify." He joins Mama in the kitchen, early morning to clarify (wear a lie) he wasn’t out kissing boys last night, just timber like daddy, machine-cog turned eye-to-eye back to fate. “You’d say, Mama, if there was another option?” She laughs and he smiles but it’s not hilarious and there’s a new feeling like a disease beginning, huddled deep in his chest and it’s only just beginning to rain. When the water’s gone, fog-windows will clarify what it is to ache when a boy calls him hilarious with a smile in his eyes, sunlit dark timber or similar. To wonder if this is an option, for a boy to look like he’d swallow down fate, like he’d exhale it through a sigh and fate would see to it that he leapt, ending beginning. To test if he’d do it all over, given the option. Or if he’d be honest with one chance to clarify that forest-felled favor splinters into ax-hewn timber. And he’d laugh like this boy was someone hilarious. His voice fighting fate, two-to-two to clarify: this is his beginning. Silent fallen timber will scream an option. He’ll smile. Hilarious.
yay this stupid thing is finally done!!! my ocs are named abigal (braid) and eleanor (halo)
the main inspiration is this comic by @potato-lord-but-not which is just…so good…and you should go look at it…
poem by natalie wee (i gender-bent it but the og is rlly good)
Did a bunch of lineart today, I’m happy with it :D
(Now I need to learn how to color)
