#ownwork

[takemeto-neverland]

Double exposure 

[oxane]

oXane, A colorful break up (2021)

[firnandfire]

[bloodontongue]

I have not stopped thinking about Hozier’s Abstract (Psychopomp) from Unreal Unearth, and decided to write about how this song makes me feel. So here’s a little something.

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It stared at the odd creature on its hind legs moving closer, what it could not know as hands outreached, closer, towards its limp body - the moonlight above, a halo shone as it closed its eyes.

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As I reached forward with trembling hands into the dark illuminated only by the soft glow of the moon above, I noticed its soft pleading eyes almost glistening with the tears I had caused, a pain I could only hope to end mercifully.

And in those eyes I saw my own life like a mirror shattered on the ground. I saw my hands over my face as I weeped for the life I have always wanted, and for the life my parents deserved. I am walking hand in hand with my mother as she tries to give her child something to be excited about. My father’s hands are out and is struggling to stay afloat. The cruel world takes everything, it leaves you begging and a silent prayer is casted in the hopes that others will answer. They both survive and cling on to that hope, that I will grow to never face the harshness they had endured. Who am I to deny them an existence that is free from the cruel reality of the world, even if it means being trapped in moments that was not my own doing to begin with?

In those eyes I saw lips on my own. Hands intertwined in secret, bodies pressing and tears I would shed for months to come in hopes that the words will finally escape your mouth again. The pain that turned to anger has now diminished from my mind, as I look back into those moments of shared proximity and spaces from a distance I cannot understand to be my own. I cling to memories that shone and try to not detach my soul from something that shaped me into who I am. I am content with being grateful of the experience, and yet struggle to understand how two hands that fit well into one another can now feel like a speck of dust blown away by the wind.

In those eyes I see my whole life before me. I am stuck in moments I cannot relive. Beautiful moments I cannot remember and terrible ones I struggle to forget. Memories that hurt and healed, come flooding through my head as I kneel on the tarred road, soaking wet. The light from the moon still shines and whispers an embrace of comfort that gives me the strength to carry it off the ground. A new light blinds and my ears are filled with the threat of my life being taken away from me. I have so much to live for and once this memory ceases to matter, it will come again in pieces to remind me of why I needed to live like it didn’t. I choose to not let it suffer anymore and lay it on the side of the road, away from harm and away from the world. I wipe my tears with the sleeves of my bloodstained sweater as I watch it from my mirror. It finally closes its eyes, closed and finally free from this cruel world.

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“Where am I?”

“You are with me now. Let me guide you. Come, come and see how it shines”

“But, I have to go home. They are waiting”

“I know, but it is time”

“No. I still have so much to live for. So much to see. To do. To give. It cannot be time, it’s too soon”

“It always is, dear one”.

[themcomicsofficial]

Character Models!!!

[happywishfull]

[chanelartplus]

heres the website i made for tech class. too lazy to go find documentation of my ownwork so I put a bunch of photos that inspire me in there LOL;

[zusplace]

unknown memory.

[philipphille]

El Patio Flamenco

2021 ° phh

[takemeto-neverland]

[nikitakolesnikov]

Own Work . Without LR and PS

[hearthandhomewitchery]

How to Be an Aesthetic Witch

New Video!  Let’s talk about how to incorporate aesthetic into your witchcraft!

[kaireads]

So you’re the hero?

(Own work. Do not post this anywhere else without my permission. Thank you)

So you're the hero right? 

 You? 

But why? 

 Why did I have to be your villain? 

This was all your doing, wasn't it?

You wanted me to do this. You made me do this. All so you could once again be the hero. Be praised by them all. They all love and adore you. And because of you, they all hate me. Make me the source of all their problems and pain. All their suffering. You made me this. You made me a villain. 

And you. 

You're the hero? 

You call yourself a hero? 

What made you a hero? 

 You were the one who turned me into a villain. You get showered in all this love and praise while I have to suffer. 

Do you know what it's like? 

Of course, you don't. And I'm helping you. 

Why? 

Because I'm hoping that one day it'll take me too. And that one day someone will understand me, see what you are doing. What you did to me. What you are doing to me. But yet, you call yourself a hero. These children look up to you. Why do you want me to do this to them? They're just innocent children. You want me to do this. 

Well, what if I don't? 

Will you get mad at me again? 

Tell me that I am doing this to myself? 

Does it make you feel superior? 

I wonder what the people would think if it came out. If they knew what you did. But it won't come out, right? No. It won't. It never will. You made sure of that. You made sure I would never tell anyone. Because even now, I feel like I deserved what you did to me. I'll play along. I'll play your game. 

Does that make you happy? 

Does it bring you joy? 

I hope it does. I hope that you are happy, my dearest hero. And do you know why I want you to be happy? So that I can rip it away from you. Rip all of that joy away from you. Just like you did to me. And you will suffer. You will suffer just like I did. And it will all be because of me. Oh, how I will laugh. But I know that if I do I won't survive. You'd make sure of that. And you'd find someone to be your new villain. Because that's all that makes you smile. Playing the hero. 

Or am I wrong? 

Does this not make you happy? 

Do you lay awake in your bed every night wondering what you did to me to deserve this? 

Lay there crying until you pass out? 

No. No, you don't. You lay there without a care in the world dreaming about what kinds of amazing praise you will wake up to tomorrow. So, my dearest hero. Let me ask you this one thing. 

Are you really the hero? 

Are you the hero? 

Because if you really are the hero.  Then why won't you come to save me? 

So you're the hero?

[happywishfull]

[auggietopia]

the autumn and the crows

i hear the crows on the breeze

and i kick my way through burnt leaves

and i actually feel alive,

instead of feeling like

i dont breathe, because

the rest of the year im not sure i do

but when autumn drifts back around

always autumn

the cold sun hits my back and

the sky is just the right blue and

the air is crisp and i breathe it and

theres the crows up in the trees and

theyre shouting at me, calling me, and

i think the same thing

why does the world feel so alive now

because it sure didnt before

but now everything is breathing with life

and i hear the crows calling

even though the leaves are dead

and the flowers are dying

just like they do every year

but the leaves come back every year

and the flowers come back every year

and i come back every year

for the autumn and the crows

[audiocult]