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sometimesikneel · 1 month
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an update on my dear deer,
his proportions are a little off but i didn’t look at a single reference image so i forgive myself :)
the page feels very lacking though and i’m not sure what to add to it :/ any suggestions are very welcome (i’m thinking of some lyrics or writing of some kind)
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sometimesikneel · 1 month
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my most recent art project!
thought i needed him to be my muse but really i just had to look outside.
(all of the masking tape is temporary)
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sometimesikneel · 2 months
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thank you to every single fucking person on this god forsaken site that has ever posted your own art or writing. You really put a vulnerable, important part of yourself out in the open on the hellscape that is the internet and if that isnt an act of bravery and a labor of love I dont know what one is
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sometimesikneel · 2 months
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hi! i'm @a-poem-for-you-too! (this is my main blog) just want to say that your poem is really touching; i don't have a lot of experience with feelings and all that but i tend to write and read romantic poems anyway 😬 and i feel the soul of this one very much :)
all that to say i really like your style and i'm looking forward to your next one! ❤️
i am smiling so very wide reading this, thank u very much. i think romance is deeply rooted in our genetics, (hopefully) our ancestors were created out of romantic bonds. i like to kick my feet and think about all the love that runs in my blood :).
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sometimesikneel · 2 months
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@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks
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sometimesikneel · 2 months
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Your name fills the empty spaces between my thoughts, I wake up on the tail end of saying it.
In my dream, you are kissed by another but you are treated so tenderly I cannot possibly call it a nightmare.
Then the world ends (because what else is for me now) and you write me a note, you tell me to stop tracing your lips with my fingertip every time I see you, you say they don’t belong to me anymore.
Then you write that you hold space in your heart for me even so.
I wish I wrote one back before I fell through the crust, I would have told you that I wished it were my lips instead of my fingertip, that I would kiss you tenderly every morning and ferociously every night, again and again until my lips bled into your open mouth.
I would have told you that mine belong to you for as long as they continue to whisper your name into the dark, and that my heart is made up of only empty space now that you have crawled out of it.
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