#I want to be great or nothing

[chefkids]

Amy March – Sydney Adamu

[mwah737]

when amy march said “i want to be great or nothing” i really felt that

[askurmum]

"I want to be great or nothing" reggie is so amy coded, in my opinion, he constantly felt the need to be great at everything he does, he needed to be perfect: the perfect son, the perfect heir for the noble house of black, the perfect student, the perfect seeker yada yada..because if he isn't perfect then what is he? what is he good for? "nothing" the little voice in his head keeps reminding him that if he's not perfect, then he's nothing, good for nothing, and he knew all too well that the little voice was his mother's.

(it's funny cause timmy plays laurie hehe, anyways I relate to both reggie and amy here, also being the younger sibling and shit)

[therealantman6]

Ladies and getlemen, HER

"The One Thing We Know About Elizabeth Harmon Is That She Loves To Win."

[the1huggles]

The way Florence pugh acts when she is playing young Amy and older Amy is so beautiful her posture and speech patterns are different and at the same time she makes Amy a lovable character that the audience is able to empathize with despite that the story is being told in Jo’s perspective ,who would not remember her that kindly.

[lettuceish]

"i'm a failure. all my friends are exceeding in school, and getting jobs"

"that's quite a statement to make at seventeen"

"well, high school took all the vanity out of me, and college made me realise i'd never be a genius. so i'm giving up all of my foolish childlike hopes"

"don't give up lettuceish. you have so much life ahead of you"

"life? life isn't genuis, it isn't brilliance and no amount of energy can make it so. i want to be great or nothing. and therefore, i am nothing. i'm a failure"

[okwonyo]

the thought of not being as good as my peers, makes me sick.

[moonyloony28]

born to be a writer forced to not be able to express myself through words

[randoms0fmine]

Im obsessive. I dont just “like” something, i let it consume and devour me. I hyper-fixate on it. I let it be the reason for my being for some time until i find something else to obsess over. Im the physical embodiment of “i want to be great or nothing”. I dont know the color gray, its either white or black. Im either all in or all out. There’s mo other way, no other option. Because why go through all of that to just be mediocre. To not be special or remembered. Why just “like” it when you can know everything that is ever known and discovered about it? I want to be great or nothing.

[macabresque]

abbey by mitski but as a desperate craving and need for academic validation and perfection

[deagodplease]

love me with the fear of god in your belly

[byelsbabbles]

the weight of the world on my shoulders (20 january 2024) i was born with the weight of the world on my shoulders, and i have never been able to put it down. i do not know how.

please do not misconstrue this as vanity. i do not keep this responsibility to myself out of a hubristic belief that i alone am the most qualified to keep the world upright — god, no. i am more than aware of my various weaknesses; i feel them like a slimy film all over my skin. repugnant and horrible and uncomfortably on display for everyone to see.

and i am so, so tired of everyone seeing it. and maybe this is why i plant my feet firmly on the ground of this self-imposed prison. if i try hard enough, if i can endure the weight, if i can grasp at whatever scrap of greatness i can muster and keep it with me, then maybe everyone will see something besides the sorry state that i am. maybe i could be something more and receive something more than stares of pity, concern, and confusion.

and so i take the weight of the world on my shoulders. and i struggle and i strain and i grit my teeth and i curse at the wind. but i refuse to put it down. i do not know how. if i falter, if i fail, if the world falls down, i would never forgive myself.

no one has asked me to do this — i am in a curse of my own making. but what other choice do i have, really? if i am not great, then i am nothing. nothing more than the disgusting filth of my own inadequacy. and even that would become its own weighty burden on my shoulders. either way, i am left with something heavy to carry. why not choose the weight of potential greatness over the weight of definite failure?

and so i take the weight of the world on my shoulders. and i will never be able to put it down. i do not know how. pry it from my cold dead fingers if you must, but as long as i am still breathing it is my weight to bear.

[moonluvr-rickst4r]

i'm terrified of being perceived and, yet, i yearn to be known

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

"You and me, Ethan. Together we go save Rose, and then we can grind Miranda into paste!"

[chalkrub]

new guyyy whom i love from a design trade

he's a demigod cimera knight who was brutally defeated and then spared by a tyrant queen, with the caveat that she cut off his goat head and uses it as a hostage to keep him loyal to her. unfortunate but what are you gonna do

[hollytree33]

Okay okay now that I’m done with these I wanted to post them all together so you can see how the bottom two sort of mirror the top two! I’ve been so excited to finish these so I could show y’all the full picture.

If you’re seeing these for the first time they are The Hanged Man, The Chariot, The High Priestess, and Judgement!

For anyone interested, the original sketches are under the cut!

The sketch for the first one is not included because I did that before I started planning anything.

As you can see they changed quite a bit as I worked on them! The high priestess was originally the two of swords and judgement had a bunch of people that I ended up abandoning.

Bonus: my unfinished procrastination drawing of Shiv with her hart and the golden halla