#achromacy

[lycheeekid]

I'm preparing to write my gymnasiearbete (a kind of practice essay Swedish schools require for acceptance to universities) on the topic of colour blindness and the sRGB colour space. If you are colour blind and have the time, it would be a huge help if you could fill out the survey I made! 

It takes around 10 min to complete and is aimed at anyone with any type of colour blindness. If you have any questions or suggestions for improvement, I'd be happy to help!

survey link

[impossiblycyberenthusiast]

im drawing sp3 with a cute bobbed hairstyle from here on out . <- got into a game where half the characters are the same person and got frustrated that they all look the same. played himself

[lynde-x]

take my jealousy, my greed, my deceit, make it your own with the cascading word-cases of a tear’s waterfall, flowing, everything I couldn’t tell you, everything I promised;

even when I was half-dead and living through waking night-terrors, you held me, nurtured me, into the one I am now, a year has passed between us, and — (you did nothing wrong), it was me, always me;

so afraid of the shallow streams and ice-water in winter that I became, too, like the glazed-over lakes, scared of losing you, whom I never loved, dancing between dreams within dreams and soft set-lists, interviews in which I would never say those four words, still searching, weaponizing, running, running, running,

stopping;

blue, bourbon, beers, breathless, stage-lights and scarred nights with starred skies and, always, me, mine, ours, yours, you, you, you, taking my hands in yours and writing, sculpting, telling, a story of two (I never knew), resembling cast-away caricatures and castlescapes of the stories you’d read me to the sweetest sleep, dreams, deaths;

giving me a feather’s kiss and week-long bruise — I thought I loved you.

the darkened dagger that reaches into my heart, maddened scalpel blade-deep in my insidious skull, self-inflicted, self-depicted, self-conceived achromacy, desired and undeserved dreaming depths of darkened days and drowned nights, deep in your sighs — our own severed ties;

may the things I took from you come true, spelling,

spilling,

the letters of your name into the sand, washed over by me;

may you, too, find greatness,

in soft misery.