twentystuff:

almost ready enough for critique! finally D: #art #animals #illustration #ink #drawing #painting #monkey #tiger #wallpiece

twentystuff:

almost ready enough for critique! finally D: #art #animals #illustration #ink #drawing #painting #monkey #tiger #wallpiece

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decemberpaladin:

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I love how she almost drops it until she smells it and that flashbulb memory hits.

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real … Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit

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I want a girl that will eagerly grab onto my hands even if thorns embed themselves into her palms, and blood will mix with blood and I’ll call it love. I want roof-top camping trips and midnight scavenger hunts in a meadow where sweet vernal grass will stroke our faces when we kiss at last, and cradle us to sleep. We will have dreams seeped in vanilla, and nothing else will be as sweet—

I want a girl that shines like the moon in the winter, and howls with me when the lunar pull tugs onto our heartbeats to make us sing— I want a love that will be my northern star when a lunar eclipse starts to darken my world, and I want a love that will hold me when I weep; sweet, and understanding, telling me stories of her childhood adventures until I’m living a dream—

I want a girl that can paint mosaics on the most unflattering parts of me, until my demons stop screaming, until I feel beautiful and I’m convinced that I am, I am, I am— She will say, “You will always be beautiful to me.”, and I will call it love, and nothing else will be as sweet.

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- Fx; you’re like a dream to me. 9.15.14 (via fauxspine)

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my poetry

Anonymous asked:

Ur poetry sucks

you were reckless, you were hungry Answer:

solem-lunam:

I walk into my room after a long day,
I go to my desk for some all work no play.
I open my tumblr and what do I see?
A notification staring back at me!
I feel so loved, someone wants to talk!
But when I open it up, I am filled with great shock!
“Ur poetry sucks” is there on my screen
“Ur poetry sucks” is so utterly mean.
It would hit me in the heart like a hammer
If this comment was lacking in such horrid grammar.
I think for a minute, how should I react?
Should I leave them upset, or with heart still intact?
This anon is so incredibly rude
I must think of how to deal with such a bad ‘tude.
So I write them a poem, just out of spite,
Hoping to ruin their tumblr-filled night.
I don’t need your bad mood, and you don’t need mine,
And frankly, I like my poems just fine!
So goodnight to you, I hope you think twice
Next time you say something that isn’t that nice.

I laughed at this response so spontaneously that I almost spit out my icecream. I want more of your poetry, right meow.

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Your fingers are like skipping stones against my skin— you could only ever get surface-level with me, and I wanted your love to sink into my bones so I’d feel you as I age; I wanted you to get to know me, to memorize me like poetry, to recite my passions like scripture that had been burned into your head. I wanted your love to devour me, I wanted to be consumed—

But your love was an open wound, and there was a battle-field lining the red of your veins, pouring into your blood and you wanted to stain my lips with it. I watched for years as you tore at your chest to find something deeper hidden behind your ribs, to find secret messages etched against the backs of your eyelids, and my words went unnoticed.

I wanted to believe in this; I thought, if I told you my secrets, maybe then your hands wouldn’t skip—skip—skip— over me.

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- Fx; but now, I wish I had all of my secrets back. 9.13.14 (via fauxspine)

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my poetry

Okay that didn’t take much. Haha. At 1k now. Officially.

SWEET.

So…. In a couple days I’ll have a giveaway up and posted :3 So stay tuned if you like patches and paintings and pendants and shit…

and maybe a coyote and fox tail…

Or something.

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