23 • he/they | i reblog lots of stuff abt my interests || icon of my oc Spark by @magmasparks on twitter!
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It is important, especially when the world is rotting, to remember why you create. To find your reason for creating and sharing all the shiny, and not so shiny, pieces of yourself.
To hold it tight in your claws and refuse to stop, to loosen your grip, to surrender a single shred of this beautiful joy you've made.
When the world is in shambles, all our majestic symbols of civilization and progress splayed as so much rubble...someone will be drawing pictures in the dust and scratching poems onto the husks of skyscrapers.
Art matters, for the sake of itself it matters, for the sake of shouting that we are here and we live it matters.
Whether we're presenting it to an adoring audience or a brick wall.
It matters.
You matter.
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[ID: a very simply drawn three panel comic. the first panel shows a person approaching a cat that's laying on the floor and reaching down to hug her, saying "gertie." the second panel shows two coins falling from the person's shirt pocket. the third panel shows the coins bouncing off the cat, who doesn't care.]
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thought autocomplete would take me to outlook dot com not realising id forgotten the T before i pressed enter. However was very much pleased at what it took me to instead. I think I don't want to see my emails now. I think I will stay with the oul.
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testing out my new set of lockpicks in the petco spider aisle
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STEEL BALL RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Sometimes I wonder how Akechi felt being on the other end of the encounter with a cornered animal.
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"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.
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was referring to a book i own and i said “i have it on book”
is it so over for me
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My five year plan is to just see what happens
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Bruh I cannot wait for my grad school semester to be over so I can paint again 👊😔 miss working with watercolour so much
***reference used***
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Folks, backup your Tumblrs, for real this time
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the real true purpose of having a brain is to think about fictional characters
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the united states of america has declared war on affordable goods
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