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That shit does NOT live rent-free in my head brother that shit pays the water and electricity bill and works two jobs
saw a graffiti in bucharest say “if the ocean wants you, he takes you” (translated from romanian) and, to be honest, i felt that.
What Does Sorry Mean?
What was it you used to say? What was it you told me everyday? Written in my head with ink and pen Is "I'm sorry means I won't do it again" How were you the one teaching me When sorry is the last thing you could ever be? Now my mom is crying And my sister is mad What does sorry mean again, Dad? Seventy times seven That's how many times I was supposed to Forgive your crimes And I did for every bruise You left on my mind But if I could choose I would have torn you apart Because you did the same To a nine year old's heart And for every lie you told me You twisted me to be like you And now I'm just as angry As my dad is too I want to go home, To the safety I once knew But it isn't real It was never true And now that you're gone I don't even feel sad Because the monster under my bed Is really my dad I can't get you out of my head I scream to drown out your voice I'm clawing my skin You left me with no other choice Just say that you're sorry So that we can move on I'll even lie for you Though I know it's wrong I wish I could say That I'd to it again To go back To who I had been But there will still be cracks On a mended vase Crying tears Has left grooves in my face A child in the woods Is wandering around lost You wanted power And you didn't care about the cost I know you're not sorry I don't want to forgive Some days I don't even Want to live I hope one day I do I hope I have another start But in the meantime I'm bandaging A child's heart
A ghost appeared above me.
It was the ghost of a girl.
About my age.
She looked strangely familiar.
That's when I realized.
It was me.
"I'm glad you were strong, love." She said floating above me with a smile of great relief.
I look at her shaking my head in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"I was doing so well."
"Really I was."
"I was getting better."
"Please, I can still be strong."
I feel tears streaking down my face.
"Please. Please. Please. Please."
I beg with the ghost of myself.
She shakes her head.
"You don't have to hold on anymore, love." She tells me, pushing my hair behind my ear.
"You were the strongest you could've been." she says.
"I have to go now. But I am so proud of you." She silently disappeared.
I never saw her again.
Maybe if I was prettier
Or skinnier
Or smarter
Or quieter
If I was enough for him
Maybe he'd love me again
Or maybe he would love me
Did he ever?
His actions make me doubt his words
But still I desperately wish to be enough
This One’s For The Boys
For my guys, my dudes, my broskis, my mates, my pals, and most importantly, my friends
The Sunshine Boys: those who are so good it's kinda hard to believe they actually exist. Not a mean bone in their body. Always got something nice to say. Works quietly in the background, but is always there for you. Smiles are literally blinding; so full of sunshine goodness and light. Honestly just makes your heart warm to see them again. Life is better simply because they light up every single life they touch, and just like the sun, you desperately miss the warmth of their soul and wholesome character when they are gone. Also somehow also a living golden retriever???
The Cinnamon Roll Boys: boys too sweet and wholesome for this world. May or may not give you a cavity. Always spending time in the kitchen thinking about what new masterpieces they want to create. Secret quiet confidence. A real classic gentleman. The type of boy your momma would love, and your siblings want to be their brother. Strong desire to squish face cheeks because they've got that strong baby energy. Always there with a smile, a hug and a warm plate of homemade cookies. Compassionate to the max, they just wanna share that goodness with everybody. Always makes you feel welcome and part of the family. Best Friend Material hands down, so he will tease. You have been warned.
The Adventure Boys: Makes everything seem like a grand adventure. Excitedly grabs your hand with a reckless grin, bright eyes and pulls you into whatever form of mischief they're currently up to. Karaoke jam sessions in the car, late-night food runs, stickers and memorabilia of every trip. Doesn't take pictures as much as they probably should because they're always too caught up in the moment. A little reckless, making your heart race just a little, but heart of gold because they just want to experience the world with you. Every adventure becomes a fond memory with soft but often exasperated smiles.
The Grass Boys: Quiet soft boys who feel more comfortable out in the sun or up in a tree somewhere. Fantastic listener, wicked observant, probably a closet nerd, but is an engaging story teller once you get to know him. Messy hair always up in a baseball cap with golden skin that's been kissed from adventures out in the sun all day. Has fingers and shoes stained with something he's working on. The handyman, knows oodles of random facts and probably could fix anything if you give enough time and a little bit of duct tape. Dad in training. Not afraid to take the lead when needed to, but always going to make sure your voice has been included. 100% would be the type to dance in the rain with you.
The Fire Boys: Boys with boisterous voices and quick tongues whose passions blaze within their hearts. Intense and a little in your face, but they just can't hold back how much they feel. Never afraid to stand up for what they believes in and is loyal almost to a fault. Will fight you and for you. Stubborn and doesn't back down, always wanting to find justice for the world because just wants to make it better. Sometimes anger runs away from him, and worlds may burn a little, but there will be nowhere safer than in the warmth of this boy's hug.
To all the boys, I'm sorry that we live in a world where your thoughts and feelings have been dismissed and made trivial.
You are important. You are needed. Your influence is making a difference and the world needs more goodness like you.
From a girl who sees you, is proud of your efforts and loves you from a distance for the wonderful person that you are.
*deep inhale before belting out*
I have like…so many words about this storyline that cannot be contained in a mere tumblr post. Lucky for y’all, I’ve saved you the headache from having to read it and placed it as a comment on A03 instead.
THAT BEING SAID, I HAVE ART TO APPRECIATE AND APPRECIATE IT I SHALL
(I wanna add comments to every delightful picture, so please understand that for simplicity’s sake, I’ve numbered the pictures in the order they appear and said comments will correspond)
1: Classic April look. Live the glasses and how you captured the tenacity in her eyes. Such detail for such a simplenoutlins. I am in awe of your prowess with the pen 😤🤌🏼✨
2: Mikey WOULD be the pop in and our of frame individual #adhd go brrr. Also he is rocking the suspenders 🙌🏼 I am WEAK for Raph in a poncho, like he just St looks so delightfully huggable. Just wanna into his poncho to give him a big ole h u g. Also Leo is slaying it over there with the long trench coat. I appreciate the nod to the “Clothes Don’t Make The Turtles” and low-key wanna try coloring this because it's so clean. Donnie expressions will forever be the light of my life, and this one is no exception. 😙👌🏼🔥
3: I am just in love with the little details in this: the slow drop of the wheat stalk, the hat slipping back, Donnies surprised wide-eyes. Like he looks so absolutely flabbergasted and I love it. April as always is a vision in anything she wears and you certainly did her justice in this outfit, yesiree bob.
4: I legitimately giggled at this. Donnie is one big bad ninja for sure, but put him up to April no matter the AU and the poor pancake boy is nothing but a wet paper towel of a man and I am HERE FOR IT. Like his bum is in the air, he's completely folded over and again his expriession is just *chef kiss* Also how on earth did you get this reference for this pose because it is so positively delightful.
5: *shakes head with a low whistle: Im surprised Donnie didn't combust into flames on the spot when she shot him this look because whew…she is H A W T. Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande can be heard playing
6: Again the tiny details are so delightful: Donnies soft life ok, Aprils carefree laughter, the slight cradle of the small of her back and the gentle but firm lead of her hand. Dance is just poetry in motion and I think you captured this beautifullly 🧡🥰
7: As silly as it sounds, my favorite part of this was how clean the poses and lines of action in the background. It was just clean and expressive and I really appreciate that.
8: Did I mention Donnie is a wet paper towel of a man? Please see exhibit B here. Also we live a woman who makes the first move. Go April, ya queen 🙌🏼👏🏼
9: HIS LITTLE HAT PULL-DOWN MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME INCLUDING THE TEENY HINT OF BLUSH LIKE…AWWW BABY BOY.
Seriously tho, I was incredibly impressed by the simple detail, the vibrancy of the expressions and the fluidity of movement of your pieces here. Really helped capture the vibe and moved the story along quite beautifully I may add.
Thank you for blessing my eyes with these fine pieces of literature, and may you continue to bless the lives of others as y'all continue to create. ✨🧡
All the art I made for a collab between @hersheyotaku and I for an Apritello server event! We made a western AU! Fic can be found here on ao3~ (Please give Hershey some kudos for her *fantastic* writing.) And if you'd like a special flip book version, you can find that here!