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Hehe. Well, it's the first time, so close enough.
Old, worn quilt.
You look like an old, worn quilt.
Clutched and clung to, a beacon of hope,
dragged and fingered, been through everything
cool nights
barely visible stars
you’re ripping at the seams, stuffing almost out
patched up, over and over
odd patterns, different thread
old.
worn.
quilt.
Old, worn quilt.
You look like an old, worn quilt.
Clutched and clung to, a beacon of hope,
dragged and fingered, been through everything
cool nights
barely visible stars
you’re ripping at the seams, stuffing almost out
patched up, over and over
odd patterns, different thread
old.
worn.
quilt.
the things i notice about all of you
I notice that you don’t say much with your
Friends, I bet you feel awkward, like a puzzle
Piece trying to fit into the wrong places,
Or an orange flower in the middle of yellow ones.
I notice that you, on the other hand, will jump
At the sound of attention, riveted by the gaze
And spotlight, talking faster than your head,
Gossiping like a teen movie, please leave me alone.
And you will talk more and more of your
Stories, and ‘hey, you should read it’
I have assignments but thanks anyway,
I’m sure it’s well-written...
And you would try to discreetly insult
Me then play it off as a joke, I wanted you to stop
But I couldn’t before, I got fed up, and yelled
At you just slightly so you got what I was feeling.
You were always there for me, and talked
To me, telling me stupid things and making me
Laugh and you’ve stuck with me, the hideous
Monster, for as long as you could.
I’ve noticed more because I’ve gotten
Quieter, scared by others, and now I notice the things
You do and say and how your hand taps against a book
And how much you say you care but don’t.
the things i notice about all of you
I notice that you don’t say much with your
Friends, I bet you feel awkward, like a puzzle
Piece trying to fit into the wrong places,
Or an orange flower in the middle of yellow ones.
I notice that you, on the other hand, will jump
At the sound of attention, riveted by the gaze
And spotlight, talking faster than your head,
Gossiping like a teen movie, please leave me alone.
And you will talk more and more of your
Stories, and ‘hey, you should read it’
I have assignments but thanks anyway,
I’m sure it’s well-written...
And you would try to discreetly insult
Me then play it off as a joke, I wanted you to stop
But I couldn’t before, I got fed up, and yelled
At you just slightly so you got what I was feeling.
You were always there for me, and talked
To me, telling me stupid things and making me
Laugh and you’ve stuck with me, the hideous
Monster, for as long as you could.
I’ve noticed more because I’ve gotten
Quieter, scared by others, and now I notice the things
You do and say and how your hand taps against a book
And how much you say you care but don’t.
This is another drawing of Maya. I’m not really familiar with digital drawing, but I must say that the undo button and layers are my best friend. Maya does not belong to me, she belongs to szin.
I like the fact that I only have to draw one eye for her.
This is another drawing of Maya. I’m not really familiar with digital drawing, but I must say that the undo button and layers are my best friend. Maya does not belong to me, she belongs to szin.
I like the fact that I only have to draw one eye for her.
This is another drawing of Maya. I’m not really familiar with digital drawing, but I must say that the undo button and layers are my best friend. Maya does not belong to me, she belongs to szin.
I like the fact that I only have to draw one eye for her.
This is another drawing of Maya. I’m not really familiar with digital drawing, but I must say that the undo button and layers are my best friend. Maya does not belong to me, she belongs to szin.
I like the fact that I only have to draw one eye for her.
I have read some of the posts, like southern gothic, 911 gothic, colledge gothic and so on. Basically a bunch of short and uncanny ideas or situations on certain topic. So I wanted to create something like that about the flat. Because apartment buildings that are twice your age can be as scary as old mansions. I mean, consider the idea that ghosts stick to places where they used to live. How many people could have died in the mansion over, say, five decades? No more than five, probably. Now consider the same number for the building where roughly fifteen families per entrance live. Anyway, there is my list (i honestly do not know how to name it). Some of the situations may or may not have actually happened
-- You come into an empty room you just left to get the snacks. Were not the curtain shut and the wardrobe door closed when you left the room? -- You hear your neighbors downstairs arguing again. Your flat is on the ground floor. -- You did not left the lights on, did you? -- Your cat has been staring at the wall for at least 5 minutes. After you say that you have to concentrate to study, and ask whoever is that to leave. Your cat turns the head and watches as if something was leaving the room. You still don’t see anything. -- You hear someone from the opposite house practicing the guitar and you can actually see them through the window. They look so passionate about that, you decide to try and practice along with them. You go to that flat. It has a police department notice on the door dated two years before. Neighbors tell you there was a major fire, someone died that night and nobody bought or rented the flat since then. -- There is less tea in your cup than you recall since your previous sip Somebody knocks on your door. You stay silent. They are ringing the bell. You quietly sneak to see who is there. Hallway is empty -- The children are screaming too loud. You can’t recall when they had not screamed. Not even second of silence in last fifteen years. -- Your parents tell you woke them up at 3 AM, screaming “they are so close, they are here, HELP”. You try to convince yourself it was a bad dream, which triggered you. You vividly remember that calm dream you had once in a whole year of nightmares. In the morning, you see bloody fingerprints and smears on the bookshelf next to your bed. Those are your fingerprints, but you don’t have any wounds -- You walk past your front door. You check whether it is locked. You lock it. You walk past your front door. You check whether it is locked. You lock it. You walk past your front door. You check whether it is locked. You do not want to think. You just keep locking it. -- Do not mind the shadows behind your shoulder. You will get used to their breath and the feeling of being stared at. They are just curious. You hope so -- Your sibling is chilling with you in the room. They go to the kitchen. They never return. The being next to you is not your sibling anymore -- You wake up to the birds chripping, the swallows. They are deafening. It is the middle of the night. And dead silence to your parents. -- Mirrors are everywhere. In the hall, in the bathroom, inside of the cupboard, in the polished furniture, kitchen tiles. Your reflection is haunting you. It does not feel normal. -- Why do your pills taste like blood? Why does the scent of blood fill your room? Why are there flashes of bloody red on your peripheral vision? Nobody else notices. Outside the flat you have never experienced anything like this -- It is normal for kids to have invisible friends, right? Your parents told you that you had one too. They have a notebook with your description. “They can’t leave this room. They want to go to the kitchen, but they can’t. So I want to keep them company”. You remember the feeling of utter horror because of someone’s presence there when you had to go there -- I did take my pill, why is it still in the blister? What had I taken than? -- Every autumn, at the exact same date, you would come home from school and see a coffin in the hallway, right across your flat. Every single year dies at the same date. You wonder when your turn is
一 Happy Birthday Deku! ✨ July 15 ♡