#My autocorrect more like autoWRONG
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oh yea I made Steven a brother-
bc he does mention having a niece in the show soooooo he has to have at least one other sibling-
MARLO BOXLEITNER
one thing the boxleitner brothers share- it's their passion in their careers. Tho Marlo is more of a workaholic compared to Steven. Steven has to bring him lunch so he won't forget to eat
Semi older doodles/design
anddd Steven's niece - Echo
#Yayyyyy more background characters#Ngl most of these OCS are from when i was a kid. But I'm just now getting around to fleshing them out#wordgirl#au lore#steven boxleitner#The boxleitner family#wordgirl au#wordgirl ocs#wordgirl ask blog#wordgirl fanart#Mod's art#wordgirl: REBOOTED au#I got more art coming#Edit had to fix a typo#My autocorrect more like autoWRONG
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july heat got me writing may to august
the longest poem i write could be anything
my rawest give, spontaneous overflow not enslaved
crude chaos left to VICE, origin plus progress
heard some oldy say, drunk verses his had no faults found
my drunk intents the same, my heart broken by hers, my heart broken by me, the songs that helped,
aesthetic.
my kadhal i kept locked in,
girl superficial chances with me, my brag real in potential
my kinetics my tech to fuck find out, find fuck out
my slow, result of my want to relevance
my strength eliot, his complex length
shoutout to ignorance, i know nothing nor do you
questions unanswered my might, words omitted mystery
halkat jawani my affiliation with the unknown
so intoxication i own,
unacceptability be purpose less rebellion
i take a moment savouring
my moment passing
my verse not intuit my verse modified
me pure, my sensitivity not, it all numb i harbour
less generalization for sake reputation
have tossed my cig, seen cig to corruption,
mistook sapien girl as my sapio muse
nakama captain beside me,
his wish broke i, for i his better
my ego i integrate, my lust too
my coherence for the elite
cant enough about me,
this write i continue till my high lows,
till no twice think about farts
creative juices uncurbed da
side chicks mine upkeep hope i grant second chances
i dont, so i haven't
ego holds notion of higher consciousness
limitations realities yet experienced
for this one too, dont end soon
y'all learn soon, autocorrect is autowrong
my mind goes hehehehe, mango ente ooril manga
this absurdity my legacy my drunkardness my time
my music my empowerment my moment for the life i love
google helps me, consequently i help it back
my courage boosted by the man made, the gods interfered
imma call her
give dopamine to myself
my young blood to impress her
her my imagination
all amagalamation,
gonna think of her
of alcohol
of being higher
of intergrating mistakes, of accepting the correct
of looking fine
quest freedom, evermore more
might decide for myself
like i said, i won't stop till the high, low matter nay
its not that deep, she knows, detached pisces
i know she likes me too, more when her blood gravitates
mahn these water signs, thier confusion with ease
bring simplicity, fire asks courage
what do i ask, only presence yours
lets stop compensate with imagination
teamwork, make manifestation work please
manz tryst with autopilot
alliteration, mistakes my strength
my inspo for more, this would take me to all the ones i image, my slow token to understand the why of slowers, my aim to make feel slow, my aim taken over my aime with the e, i lose track, im timebomb/ reminded of hope... i need to write more,,,,, my conversation, coherence soon
my argument with myself turns hope into answers
few personal space time cuts later, i sync with current sync
not living from one obsession to another
not about not doing, but about doing different
im going to let touch my heart, ill let hold it
i choose not to stand in way
this not bravado, this necessary
so long, having let not feel
pray consequences of own
this time embody wild, not talk
my immediate sucess is here
my success postponed
from all the plays delays
no touch to taste
this dirty song, that i judge
betray song!
my dirt song from all stories
the seen, the mislead
the trust of few, misused misflourished
my beat is all i know
my beat is all i can
you never know
i know
i can
no i no
beat is no know
no know
no can
i no u no
we both no no
what you get
you never know
what you can
feel outbeing
solace outbeing
ourbeing.
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