#inkspill

[quotestomorals]

I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.

Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

#kurt vonnegut #Slaughterhouse Five #drunk dial #phone #alcholic #quotes #coping #quoteoftheday #inkspill #books

[verbalkeysmash]

do you think tasques do that cat thing where they yell as they bring you a gift

OC belongs to FlowerPetalo [twitter]

#tasque manager #deltarune #tasque #maus #safeutdr #deltarune OC #darkner OC #for anyone curious: the printer's name is hibi and this is not the last i'll post of her. not by a LONG shot #OC: hibi #inkspill #png

[latibuleofwords]

“Then one day you look at the sky, watching the clouds move slowly and realize what you’ve been trying to figure out your whole life.

Our memories, good or bad, can pass in a blink of an eye if we don’t appreciate it enough, just like the clouds.

You come to understand that you don't need to rush and find a purpose. Sit back and look up into the sky and let your thoughts unravel.

Allow them to be free and understand it. Even when times get tough, you gather the strength to hold yourself together.

Every day you find a reason to move forward in life and I think that’s something we have to think about more often.”

#spilled thoughts #spilled ink #bliss #reassurance #aesthetic #thoughts #inkspill #clouds

[itsnevergonnagoaway]

‘cause every time you say you’re gonna go

i just smile, cause, babe i already know

let the light in — lana del rey

#lana del rey #ldr #dykttatuob #poetry #quotes #web weaving #love poetry #love quotes #phoebe bridgers #creative writing #lost love letters #writing #donna tartt #inkspill #spilled ink

[minou-des-etoiles]

tw // implied SA

i went for a walk today. I think it was to forget about you; to look at the stars, to see anything but your face in my mind for a change. it didn't work. they're not as loud as you. do you ever forget me? that's a stupid question. of course you do. do you think of me? ever? please don't answer that. is it when you're alone? sitting in math class, staring at the seat you emptied? when you remember, does it make you feel sick? what you did? when you brag to your shitty friends about my lips on your body, is there shame somewhere deep in you? why aren't you as broken as me, for what you did? does the smallest part of you regret me?

please don't answer that .

#poetry #spilled ink #inkspill #words #lesbian #sa recovery #trauma recovery #web weaving #sa #victims

[afreemynd]

Set Me Free

Love,

Why won’t you just set me free?

Your just so patient and kind

But that sh%t just ain’t me!

How much patience can one have for something that God said was meant to be?

Or was it me creating a fantasy?

Love,

 why did you let me believe?

That in your arms I could fall & refuge is what I’d would receive?

With a little compassion for my pain…. or appreciation for my mental drain,

Love,

 you have not been so gentle!

Better Yet…. In…… all actuality all I achieved was my soul’s assassination.

What most would call a brutal fatality.

Which brought me to my reality….

How could one love...…. without loving self?

How could one pour into that part of purpose

Without its generational health

I need more than a customer service type help

The sh*t I need is not recommended on yelp....

I have been .....played...layed....slayed....

Lied to....cried to.....Oh listen I have even had a spy or two...

So Love once again I ask Why Wont you,,,,,,

Set me Free......So I can....Change my perception 

Change my View????

#love #setmefree #afreemynd #inkspill #befree

[ufs1]

Inky 'N Rotten

HmmmMMMHHH THIS TOOK FOR-FUCKING-EVER TO DRAW, 'CAUSE FUCK DYNAMIC SHADING. Or at least, my best attempt at it. BUT WHATEVER, IT LOOKS LIKE SHIT TO ME.

Ahem sorry. But I mean seriously, even after re-doing it 3 times, I STILL couldn't get it to my liking. And by the 3rd redo, I didn't feel like screwing with it anymore since it had already been 3 hours since I started on this, so I just left it the way it is and finished the drawing. But even with the final touches, I'm not really satisfied with this. Ehh nah it's actually okay, I'm just tired. I need to go chug a gallon of coffee and play some Roblox. Then maybe if I'm still bothered, I'll go back and tinker this pic a little, and then update the post when I'm done.

Okay okay, that's enough rambling. This post is already long enough, I'll see myself out now. Do enjoy! 🖤

P.S. I almost forgot to say, but this is supposed to be fanart of @wiltingpierrot 's InkSpill AU Spinel. I absolutely love their AU and I wanna show how much I love it! This certainly won't be my last fanart of InkSpill! Anyway that's all, goodnight.

P.S.S. I realized I also forgot to add the black ink details to Spinel's hair. (>ლ) I'll add them later. ￣﹏￣;

EDIT: Okay, I added the ink details to Spinel's hair. Again, was a bitch getting them to look decent. I am not used to doing ink-like effects, so I'm gonna have to practice more with them in the future. But, I think they look good enough, so it'll do. Okay, last edit. Enjoy the pic!🖤

#spinel #fanart #spinel fanart #inkspill #au #su au art #su au #crona spinel

[sheepishzoologist]

So I'm making this fanventure,

#homestuck #mspfa #impish rascal #inkspill

[docnad]

Ink Spill for September 8, 2022 Thurber Thursday: A Wartime “Male Animal” On Attempted Bloggery | #Inkspill michaelmaslin.com/thurber-thursd… #JamesThurber https://www.instagram.com/p/CiRb78XsR6Z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#inkspill #jamesthurber

[minimalminikin]

Deirdre is the type of faery character to live in the crawlspace of a home and eat shrimp chips in the middle of the night... loudly.

"What is that sound? What is that SMELL?!"

#shrimpchip #inkspill #deirdre #originalcharacter #faery behavior #oc lore

[quotestomorals]

When life leaves us blind, love keeps us kind

 Chester Bennington (Linkin Park’s The Messenger)

#Quotes #life #love #healing #chester bennington #linkin park #a thousand suns #quoteoftheday #inkspill #books

[notreyev]

growing up

your mother told you this would be a simple exploration of yourself and who you are.

it is not.

it’s walking through a cold, thin, ragged maze, vaguely blind and entirely confused. the ceiling stretches to the heavens but gravity weighs you down. your body is made of polished stone and the claustrophobic walls clink your skin, pecking at the shine, shattering your flesh. the glow you were so sure would bleed from the cavities of your being never appears, never beacons your blurred vision to tell you what? why? how?

when will you leave? when can you escape? your fingertips are scraped; your torso is caved; your face is not as it once was. you are sure that if there was a mirror anywhere, you could see this is not how you remember.

how long has it been? a year? a month? barely a few hours?

every jagged edge of the walls push you in a direction you cannot identify. your thoughts are not your own; your feelings do not make sense; your breathing reverbs through your fragile being and whistles through what once was your collar and you can only hope your heart still beats beneath the wreckage.

your mother told you this would be a simple exploration of yourself and who you are.

it is not.

#growing up #inkspill #poetry #metaphors #ink spill poetry

[staticsphere-archive]

in which i am going to tear the bottom four ribs out of my chest and crack them over my broken leg

to the clock: time calls out helios and mirrors spinning back and all that - y'see it right? it's- to the self: drop the lbs and slice the throat to open up the airways so you're about halfway there. slip tracheotomy metal through the gut; again, do you get me? don't bring the family into this. just settle through and turn off the head the collar the wrists closed thumb to broken glass index. take a deep breath. let it go. to the second boy: put a fist through the wall and call it good. pitch a baseball through the crack and call the self to pick it up. walk home in the dark five steps behind him/them/her and laugh, say i'm not your brother so the self thinks you're not-not my brother but i'm not-not your not-sister i am not what i am. lock it up and go. the left knee gouges when you hop over the fence and catch the trees. it bleeds for half the walk home. the self throws out their shoulder. nobody's watching even with the curtains open even with the lights on. im bleeding rusted dust and you can barely see the scars. spackle the unpainted wall and it's the same effect. there's a little gold line if you squint, see; here's the metal in the joint, here's the silver in the hinge of the jaw. see it on the x-rays, know what's real, buy it back. build it up. here's the thing about machines: you can't say shit about them without sounding insane or making someone else feel worse. people are fragile and gold is a threat and you hate her like a dead memory, you hate him like a bad pitch, you hate them like a broken pen, you hate him like you sputter in the rain. summercamp boy says it's all black when the lights go down, that you stay awake when you sleep, and at seven minutes after two you believe him.

#sui// #old draft idk when I started this. Feels relevant #inkspill #words #neck trauma// #asphyxiation//

[itsnevergonnagoaway]

sometimes i think about that quote that goes ‘to be known is to be loved’

and it’s not necessarily wrong

but he knew exactly where to dig the knife where it’d hurt most

and he knew how to break my heart without words

to be known is to be hurt in the worst ways a person can be hurt

#quotes #poetry #web weaving #love poetry #love quotes #phoebe bridgers #creative writing #lost love letters #writing #donna tartt #spilled ink #spilled poem #spilled truth #spilled writing #ink spill #inkspill #ink spills #heartbreak

[minou-des-etoiles]

TW!!!!!

OCD! AUTISM! DEPRESSION! ANXIETY! TRAUMA! SA!!!!! all in very specific feeling terms which are important to differentiate between triggers like numbers and calories this is a very specifically ocd rant poem!!!!!!!! morality ocd is big and scary!

today i drape over the school bathroom toilet

i am scared that my poetry no longer feels

like i am simply expelling the sickest

most

tangential /

still most poems

fear is in the way

i'll get there

literal /

(how to breathe| how to think |

happy code |code to feel better

||bad behavior|

| good behavior. |

how to be sick cat |..|

how to be | ... |

| healthy cat? |

how to speak in the tone

of someone who is fine |

|.... .... ..||||..|.|~|

how to become fine.

spiritual /

(why me why me why me)

what is real?

acidic ( self explanatory ) /

shame.

I am wrong

i am wrong i am broken

nothing nothing nothing at all

emptiness is better than death

i search for it .

in me.

i cannot find it anymore

in that porcelain

cup of shadows

i can only find

her

🥧. 🐈‍⬛🐛🪳🕷️🕷️🕷️🪲🕺🏻

not her, or her, or her or her

(though,

yes,

her

her

her

her

her

him.

him.

him. but not.)

...

its me .

i

am

finding

..

.... ..

!!

⭐️CAT!!!🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛✨✨🥧

WHY

am i

still

so fucking

wrong

my secretion isn't on the sides of the bowl because pieces are in her. she still keeps it.

i hope she does. i do.

and him. he will never rid himself of the guilt. i hope he learns to ..

to just ..

to .

..... ... ...........

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

Fuck you for what you did to me.

fuck you for being fine.

fuck you for being proud

of a goddamn lesbian

sucking your cock and fuck you

for talking about it

fuck you for breaking me to the point where i had to become something else

fuck you for reminding me that what i feel is not normal

fuck you

...... ...

............ .. .... ....

for being the filthy hierophant

i see in every man

who has touched me

why is it you that stays? who gave you such a power?

but

isn't that the point? that i can be

broken?

from him?

i was her

until the day i wasn't —

when i was her

and then

her

and her.... ( there are no

colors in this time

except the ones that return

to me.

when i am..... )

🪄🪄🧠🤓🐈‍⬛🏛️🎨🎭🖼️🏴‍☠️👩🏻‍🎤🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️❤️✨⭐️🌠🌃🌌🔭🔭🔭🔭🔭

me !!!!!!!!!!!

💕💖💗💞💓💐🌸🌺💓💘💝💝💐💘🌸💐🎀🌷💝🎀🌷🌷🐷💝🧞‍♀️🎀🎀🦩🩰👚🎟️

from the deep pit

of my stomach

there is me.

why do the painful things make her louder?

why

the

fuck.

has it been nine goddamn years of this?

nine?

3 6 9 three six nine i know what the numbers are

i know why they are there

grandma

(mother of grandma) teaches me of

grandma

(mother of grandma)

i can hear you

i can

i am sorry for abandoning you

to live in a shell of

a soul

when i couldnt see it you

knight of wands told me how to

keep going

you tell me that it is okay to live for more than my body

even if the thoughts never leave?

even if the thoughts never leave.

even if i

stay the same? you will still be lovable

it hurts to turn back into

a newly traumatized

confused cat self

she is yellow she is happy go lucky

she has a light she yearns

will not go out

when she gets

"better"

my thoughts about her don't feel that way

you

learned to live in an angry mind

in the same spot theres something else

block has vanished

all too fast

is this what hope feels like?

i am wise )

i am learning learning learning

when the fog is there and when it isn't

because i want to

i will learn

how to love

how to feel

how to understand and listen and observe the way i always have

you are right

it is better to speak than it is to die

( you speak to me through wisdom of the greats

never will i let go of

my intellect!

TRUE

intellect)

it is better to exist than it is not to cry

( you shout this

from the kind of pedestal

i have grown so weary of in others /

in myself)

there is intelligence in creating

is the birth of passion from knowledge?

connection ?

am i doing this

that terribly wrong?

but isnt the love

something?

Où étais-je ?

#obsessive thinking #ocd! autism! depression! anxiety! trauma! #ocd recovery #depression recovery #triggerwarning #words #rant #poetry #spokenword #inkspill #neurodivergence #vent tag #spirituality #tarot poem #tarot #eek #meow #yeah

[crossdressingdeath]

See, now I'm wondering if Gortash would know how to do tattoos. I can see him knowing how and also it would add a certain Delicious Intimacy to Kyvir's tattoo being a gift from him if he also did it himself. Something something who else would he trust so close to his throat with sharp objects.

#bg3 #enver gortash #kyvir #it feels somewhat less intimate for gortash to pay inkspiller dave (or the banite equivalent) to do it