One day you are bound to find your favorite broken. Call it senescence, call it what you will, whether it’s a beloved human, pet or thing and even health, it’s bound to get there. We all do.
The sad part about the whole thing is not the grief from loss, but grief over taking things for granted when we had them, only then do people realize that time is cruel.
Maybe people ought to strive for…
when florence and the machine said "I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject" and when romeo x juliet said "a simple life with you would be paradise" and johnathan coulton said "it's okay, I like you in glasses" and everything everywhere all at once said "in another life I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you"
(edit: I made a longer thing with more examples here)
Sometimes, as an artist, we hit that daunting wall, that dreaded artist’s block, where our ideas seem to evaporate into thin air, and the canvas, once a sanctuary of color and expression, appears to be nothing but a void. But don’t worry, we’ve all been there. The trick is to look beyond the block, to open our eyes and really see the beauty around us, to draw artistic inspiration from the…
ID: A digital drawing of the Lamb and Narinder from the video game Cult Of The Lamb, dacing over a blue background. The Lamb is drawn with a short ponytail, wearing white shorts and a red top with short sleeves, as well as arm and leg guards. Their back is facing Narinder who is holding one of their hands up above their head. Narinder is drawn as his follower form, wearing wide pants and a red shirt with wide, shoulder-length sleeves. Both characters are smilling and have a slight blush over their face.
[ID: On a periwinkle square black words write, “The ocean is an endless roll of sound. I tune myself to her frequency, fall into her rhythm, her waves my metronome. Their beat speaks of foamy change, but her violence is curbed by the shape of the shore. Untamable force gives way to playful movement, and we enjoy each other’s company for an afternoon.” Below is signed, “tiernan moss”.
sylvia plath, todd anderson and virginia woolf (aka ACTUAL tortured poets) watching taylor “im breaking up with my boyfriend for his intense depression and blaming it on him, im dating a racist who enjoys watching woc being brutalized and harasses young woc artists, i sent my fans out on a hate train to attack a young woc actress for a line she had to say as part of her job to show how mentally ill her character was, im dating a maga supporter, i refuse to say anything about a current genocide despite being the most influential person in the world right now, i am a billionaire, i fly 13 minute flights and have the highest carbon emission of any celebrity, i am a known white feminist who only speaks about issues when it affects me and has constantly let my fans get away with extreme racism and even encouraged it by associating myself with known racists” swift call herself a tortured poet (her writing sounds like a bunch of thesaurus words slapped over gabba hanna and rupi kaur-esque poetry that was created purely as a trinket for an edgy pinterest board)