#WORDS.

[oceanvuongs]

tatsuki fujimoto

[ore-ion]

Finally watched Transformers One! Here's me and my irls reaction to it, lol

Edit; I went home and hugged the only megatron figure I had and just sat on the bed lmao 💀 that emotional damage wasn't joking

[Under the cut, I'll minimalise spoilers but I suppose it's mostly pics and commentary.] Nothing is in chronological order btw :D

Before:

I'm the guy in a dark red / magenta shirt

Anddd after the emotional damage;

And for the commentary:

NUMBER. ONE. INHALEESSSS;;;

Sentinel, GOD YOU'RE SUCH AND ASSSSSSS 🔥💥💥💥💥💥💥 my professor is going to hear about you.

2. Yes I carried around a camera to the cinema for a photography project no I didn't get to capture myself cry in 4k HD unfortunately, as much as I wanted that to happen.

3. THE..MEGOP ARC....HURT. SO BAD. Us 3 had to hug each other across our seats it's SO GOOD. It hurts. Ouch 👍 I knew i how it ends but God...that stabbed a little close to home

4. Saying "oh. Oh that's gore of my comfort character " so often it feels surreal

5. At some point in D's arc, I went "fuck you, I'm in!" And my irls looked at me like 'no you are NOT. ' like I would join another riot (I would)

6. Bee reminds me so much of my own friend and hearing him yap was so fun, live laugh love for this little dude. I will cherish his existence as long as I'm alive.

7. SENTINELLLLLLL. How dare you.

8. This is our old man, this is the Alpha Trion, which is the best peepaw. Je t'adore, vieil homme, you are very awesome.

9. I will personally kick Sentinel in the face too, D. Just not that far–

10. The speeches and use of language here is so good, you can HEAR the arrogance, sarcasm, etc etc and the intonation of characters so clear its amazing.

11. The parallels make me want to jump and freedive into the sky goddammit ouch

12. "Walked in knowing they're exes, walked out knowing why he's everyone's ex"

13. I'm still not over the emotional bond of D and Pax I'm not okay about them 😔

14. ELITA IS SO COOLLLLL LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE HER SO MUCH OH MY GOD???

More silly Images:

The best feeling ever: fuck you, sentinel.

[invixtus]

- Anne Carson, from "The Glass Essay"

[atealiers]

m.h.w — yuki, age thirteen

[theepoetspoem]

We talk hurriedly

Knowing that at any moment one of us will have to go

Maybe that's what makes our eye contact so intense

Maybe it's why we kiss deeply

And hold on a little bit longer than necessary when hugging

Every moment is stolen

So we know

We have to squeeze every drop of life from "this time".

I've stopped counting. I've stopped planning for the next time. I've stopped trying to document our progress. I've stopped.

My therapist asks me where this is going

I tell her that it takes me down a road paved by his foot steps

"it's unlike you to follow anyone"

We talk more. Much more.

The tears fall. Fat heavy droplets that splash and leave smaller droplets on the wooden desk.

My finger dips into one and trails, leaving a swirl of a disappointment behind it

"does he even see this going anywhere? Did he ever respond to your question about what milestones he would like to reach with you?"

I shake my head.

"Do you think he ever will?"

I don't answer.

"Sometimes people love you because you love them"

My stomach hurts. I empty it into the trash bin I keep beneath my desk.

She looks at me a bit uncomfortably and adjusts in her chair. "Is this too much too soon?"

The truth is. I don't think there'd ever be a good time to be told what she said. There's so many things untold within those 8 words. So many implications.

She takes four steps back. "I am not saying he doesn't love you. Just that part of why he keeps you around might just be the way you hold him. Part of why he feels safe not making as much of an effort in making you feel important".

"I feel like a fish having it's scales ripped and torn from me."

She smiles a half smile. "Your descriptions always make so much sense to me. They would to anyone. You are a poet".

I shake my brain like an etch a sketch and hope to clear away the clutter.

"so, with all these unknowns. What now?"

"on paper...nothing has changed. He makes no promises. You love how you love. Nothing is different. There are no efforts to make the sacrifices you do. Today we just talk."

"I feel better with a plan"

"what would you plan for? Change? You are not the kind of person to ask for more. Even tho you deserve it."

Nothing's changed

But the weight of my soul is different

I'm walking in water

And the resistance is hard to tread through but it's not in me to give up on what I love

Every day I try to love myself

Every day I wake up and tell myself that lived experiences don't mean a lifetime of repetition.

So I do all the things

I get myself flowers. Watch movies alone. Take myself out to lunch. Buy myself jewelry. I look in the mirror and tell myself "this outfit is flattering". I wrap my arms around myself at night. I slip my fingers into the waistband and think of those lips on mine.

I will be loved.

[johnshis]

johnshi + random extracts of words that make me think of them.

1. Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell. | 2. Venetta Octavia, from “I Set It in Stone” | 3. MISC from the web. | 4. Richard Siken, I had a dream about you.

[father-in-lawliet]

[tls123]

Charles Wright — excerpt from December Journal

[hatred-n-hav0c]

Guys be honest.

Should I take a break?

Because recently I've been getting these headaches and a lil bit of increased paranoia whenever I'm not able to finish a drawing...or make a good looking drawing...

Seriously though, what do you think?

[fivedollarfred]

After near five whole months(maybe, i'm bad at math) I've finally gotten the chapter I've been working on complete!

Thank goodness! It is done!

onto the next one lol

[oceanvuongs]

“to my dog tofu during the blizzard of december 20th 2020,” ocean vuong

[ore-ion]

A few practice shots of TFE Megatron for photography class :D

I'll show the full res ones once I move the files over

[invixtus]

- Charles Baudelaire, from "The Flask" in The Flowers of Evil

[atealiers]

Helga Floros — "things i want to ask you"

[thewritingark]

Saw a baby take his first steps today. With trembling steps, the baby walked. His sparkling eyes were filled with joy. The hands of his mother swung in his direction yearning for him to complete the distance and hug her. Increasing his pace, he ran towards her only to fall to the ground. As his eyes looked around, he saw no disappointment, no judgement, he was not a failure.

Everyone's smiling faces, reflecting confidence in his capabilities, made him stand once again. Discovering his strength, with love for his mother, he traced the path and fell into her arms who swung him in the air overwhelmed with joy as she witnessed her son's first step, first failure and first success of his life.