thank you @theskoomacat <3 <3
nine things
Last Song: aurora - your blood (my favorite line is "when all inside you burns like a star / 'cause after all that's all what you are". my brain made up the second part)
Favorite Color: idk but everything non-monochrome i buy is blue
Last Movie/TV Show: i'm trying to watch von trier's riget but i can't sit still. i think i rewatched nightcrawler to the end but it was back in october
Sweet/Savory/Spicy: if i don't eat a teaspoon of sugar a day i die
Last Thing I Googled: wake photograph control
Current Obsession: alan wake the man
Last Book: death stranding novelization. it was in september
Last Fic: i actually wrote a fic today, but it's kinda a welcome entry to the bleach oc ask so idk how interesting is that. the last thing i read was deprivation by chaosdunk.
Looking Forward To: the weekend and the paycheck and also death too
@koriandrrr @collawashbear @kiyrian @tom-zane @pitchforkhead @entropicquilibriumofchaos hii
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I like to imagine that, after Pepito goes to sleep, Tilin's spirit visits him in his dreams. She kisses him on the forehead and tells him happy birthday and reassures him that his parents love him, and when he asks how she could know that, Tilin just says: "Because we share a dad, and I know he loves me too."
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Happy birthday @thedawningofthehour
I wanted to thank you for your amazing work from a stranger on the internet on the other side of the planet to another stranger on the internet, especially cause it is now one of the stories I held very dear and close to my heart (even with all the trauma you keep giving me).
Congratulations on getting another year older!! 🎉🎊🥳
Many more happy birthdays to come for you and I truly wish you the best!
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choked up in my room rn bc i was sat in the car with my mum completely lost in thought and she out of nowhere went 'are you okay?' and i was like 'yeah? why?' bc i was totally fine i was literally just thinking and she let it go and then five entire minutes later she goes 'are you sure? have i done something?' and she sounded so genuinely anxious and i could tell she'd been thinking about it the entire 5 minutes while id been completely oblivious and i spent so many years as a child letting everything bottle up until it all burst out in a messy and ugly breakdown that took her down with me and despite that she never hated me she only ever blamed herself for not seeing the signs and she's never been able to see my signs because i keep everything to myself and it terrifies her that she might miss something and she handles things poorly when she's scared and she gets too angry but fundamentally she's trying her absolute hardest to be a good mother and it wasn't always enough and i know i have to hold her at least partially accountable but also she's my mum and im her daughter and she always just wants to know if im okay and most of the time im not and somehow that feels like ive betrayed her
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reminiscing on my visit to the provincial art gallery and wow art really is what it's all about huh.
one of the most famous nova scotian artists, maud lewis, lived her entire life inside a house so small it fit within her permanent exhibit at the gallery. it didnt have running water or electricity because she couldnt afford it, but it was covered head to toe in art. every inch of the walls was painted. flowers and trees and birds. all she did was paint.
she couldnt afford canvas or expensive materials so she painted her walls and spoons and whatever flat rocks she would find outside with the cheapest paints available. exterior house paints that had been left on the curb, wood stain for decks, cheap childrens acrylics when she had the extra money. she sold art to visitors for pocket change so she could keep painting.
i almost cried standing there in front of her house, looking at her paintings, reading about her. trying to, despite everything, put more colour and beauty into the world. that's the whole point.
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