#stream of conscience

[cottoncandyclod]

like if you think she is beautiful

[riverofinkofficial]

We are plants.

We need water,

the sun and air,

room to grow and be rooted.

And sometimes we need to be re-potted.

We experience droughts

and bugs wriggling into our space.

The sun gets blocked out

so we curl into ourselves.

Open the windows.

Water yourself. Water each other.

Give yourself the time and space to branch out.

Give others the same.

We are all plants.

Let's grow together

to become a happy jungle.

[gabberteeth]

the amount may be off a bit if enough last minute donations get in but GOD DAMMIT its FINE because that's still an INCREDIBLE AMOUNT nonetheless!!!! amazing work to both chat n the vinesauce crew!!! <3

[theview-from-halfwaydown]

“and now i’m 22

without any clue

of what to do

with myself or my life

static in my mind

memories i can’t unwind

i’m always running out of time

because i’m stuck in a bind

having trouble trying to define

how to get my mind and my body to finally align

i’m sick and tired of always having to find

my sanity down under

deep within the ground

lost in the wonder

praying i don’t drown

quietly alone

yet never on my own

what am i supposed to do

with all these aches in my bones

i ache

i ache

i ache

and i don’t know what to do with all this physical pain

because it’s bursting through my body and i’m about to break

so i take

and i take

and i take

and i pray that my mind is not at stake

because i’m pacing around my room each day

trying hard not to make any mistakes

but im tired

god, i’m so tired

of having this storm in my chest that i can never shake

so i allow the dark clouds to consume my brain

let the rain swallow me whole so i can no longer entertain

any nihilistic idea that brings comfort to the pain

because i don’t want to be angry or to find peace in the mundane

i’ve been painted red by my mother and blue by my father

and their colors mixed together to create a violent color

an electrifying being who pierces her lovers

then cries over what she did under her covers

because she can never understand that maybe she does actually suffer

and putting others before her shouldn’t be above her

so why is it so hard for me to self discover?”

[paddy-wolfe]

i'm not new here, but i am new here. this account is old. i am older. but this art is new by a month or so.

[anulithots]

I don't think I can put into words how ridiculous Anuli is.

Actually I can:

Can anyone understand this... IDK. The PoT stands for 'Place of Tethers' and basically Anuli hates that part of faer home that much that fae made it into the villain of faer story and plays fourth-dimensional chess with it.

(Also for anyone who's read the Kamari snippets, please let me know if you also like Anuli's messy, steam-of-consciousness POV. Because they are VERY VERY different.)

And a special thanks to @gummybugg for saying that Anuli talking to faerself in the interview thing was cute. It became a permanent part of faer POV.

Let me know if you wish to be added or removed from the tag list! <3

@waitingforthesunrise @sm-writes-chaos @holdmyteaplease @writeblr-of-my-own @osbob-the-existent @awleeofficial @clearcloudlesssky 

[thekatkoproject]

An Introduction to Katko.

I’m a normal person, not an artist. 

My favourite season is fall.

I love my dog more than anything else. 

I would kill for a latte with oat milk. 

My eye twitches when I talk to someone I disagree with.

I don’t defend myself when that someone disagrees with me. 

I love the rain. 

I love being edgy and breaking lines when writing simple sentences. 

I’m still unsure if rose quartz has magical powers.

I still keep a note in my wallet, hoping money would appear in my pocket. 

and I don’t know what my purpose is. definitely not. 

All I know is that I’m alive to make art, and making art keeps me alive. 

All I know is that the most normal person could make beautiful things, if they put their mind to it.

Katko emerged from the author’s craving to make something. To pull poetry out of my heart.

But to whoever’s still reading:

do whatever you want, even if you are the most normal person to do it.

Created by Katko

[raccoonesquire]

currently enjoying the running theme through the investigation games of Kay punking on Edgeworth~~

Also dear lord Kay is gonna put Edgeworth into an early grave with how much emotional strife she puts him through

✨✨not gonna lie he deserves the love ✨✨

[shiny9tails]

I've been really contemplative lately and while thinking about the life I've lived up to this point, I started thinking about the people that have helped shape me that I'll never see again. Don't worry, I'm not dying or anything like that, just in therapy. But because I knew I'd never see or talk to them again, I wanted to put down my thoughts somewhere. Maybe they'll see it one day or maybe they won't, but either way I want to write down my thoughts and send them out, like little messages in a bottle.

In my earliest memories, I played with a boy with a name close to mine. You were my neighbor and I would often come over to your house to play. We would ride our big wheels around and laugh. One time I snuck over while my egg donor was asleep, but we were too young to know any better. I had mostly forgotten about you when I grew up, and when I transitioned I took your name. It's no wonder it already felt like home. Sorry, but I'm keeping it lol. Thank you for being one of my first friends.

To my friend in Freshman year of High school: Gods, I thought you were the coolest person back then. I'm pretty sure you're the reason I started to break out of the box my parents put me in. You introduced me to the LGBTQ+ community in the most unhinged way, but hey I'd probably still be closeted to a point if you hadn't. It really felt like you and me against the rest of the world back then and I appreciate you being my friend. I'd probably still be listening to only country/soft rock/christian music like my parents if you hadn't introduce me to FOB and MCR. My tastes have expanded a lot since then and my spouse loves to tell me that I have great taste in music. Thank you for being one of the first people to convince me to stand up for myself.

To the girl that sat next to me in class Sophomore and Junior year in High school: I hope you wrote your book. I hope you wrote it and it sells a million copies because I always knew you were brilliant. I know you didn't have a lot of friends but I was so happy to be yours. Thank you for letting me borrow your manga and critiquing my own writings. I actually thought of you first when I first started writing these out. I wish I could hug you and babble on about some of the literature I've read throughout the years just like we used to.

To my friend that loved cars in Sophomore and Junior year in High school: I hope you're still alive. I hope you never went through with your plan of dying in a drag race. I know I said it was normal to hate yourself like that back then but it's not. I told you I also wanted to kill myself and you nodded in solidarity. We held each other and I felt at peace knowing there was someone hurting like me. I hope you felt that same peace. Sorry I never truly understood what you were talking about when you talked about cars, but I was just happy to listen. I hope you're happy wherever you are. You were already rather punk back then, but I've been slowly embracing it too. I miss you and I hope you're proud of me. Whether you're alive or not, I want you to know I'm proud to have been friends with you.

To my ex-friend in theatre class, Junior year in High school: Sorry about being so weird about my crush on you. Looking back, I was really immature about it and I pushed a boundary that you put up. It's completely understandable why you wouldn't want to hang out with me anymore. I always blamed myself for you switching out of class. I was a shitty person back then since I started hanging around your ex just to talk shit about you when really I still wanted your attention. Hearing that you two got back together was a bitter pill I had to swallow, but I think it knocked the sense back into me. I regret my actions back then, but I know I'm not owed an apology. I just hope you made it somewhere. I can't hear "Heart Shaped Box" or "Welcome to the Jungle" without thinking of you.

To my other friend in theatre class, Junior year: You were my first same-sex crush and I'm sorry I didn't have the guts to say anything until years later, when it was far too late. I always appreciated how you would encourage me to pursue my passions. I knew you were more wild than me and I think that was what attracted me to you. I was so happy when you introduced me to your friends after school, even when I knew my egg donor would hate them on site. I wasn't in a safe place back then, so I felt like I couldn't risk acting on my feelings, whether it was hanging out with your friends or confessing to you. I'm much safer now and sometimes I wish I had been able to go to a party with you like you talked about. Thank you for coming to my 16th birthday party, even if you had to endure my egg donors stink eye the whole time. She interrogated me about your sexuality during and I feigned ignorance. She would lose her shit if she knew I was transitioning now lol. Thank you for being my friend despite how opposite we were at times.

To my mentor at BWW's: Thank you for listening to me ramble all the time. I know I was young and naive about how hostile the workplace could be, but you made it better. You would let me ramble about SCP's all throughout prep work and even joke about some of them. I enjoyed listening to you talk about your daughter and I used to wish my parents talked about me like that. I hope you were able to get custody of her from your ex. Thank you for being patient with me even when I would forget something you just told me.

I think I got all of it out for now. I might do this again if I get contemplative again. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders typing all this out. I think I'm gonna take some time to myself though and relax. I'll be seeing you all in therapy lol.

[justalitlecreacher]

I'm so mad that it was the fake Donna that The Doctor had that talk with about where he had been and where he came from. This Doctor has been so much more open a vulnerable than any Doctor before him ("King of Okay" Eleven), and this scene in particular was the most vulnerable I can remember seeing the Doctor with one of their companions

(and a scene I was really hoping for in Thirteen's run what with all that has happened)

And then The Doctor is convinced that this is Donna and he goes for the hug but it's not Donna and it's so beautifully done and so beautifully acted and it's such a gorgeous scene and I'm so in love with it but I'm so mad for the sake of The Doctor that he didn't get to have that moment or that hug

[boardthatsinkingship]

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Thorne with zero shame: “I’ve been waiting for you to admit that you wanted my body. Be my guest.”

[cottoncandyclod]

Vinewrestle art made by the creator of Pizza Tower!!

[riverofinkofficial]

Sometimes you need a good coat

and a weird hat

to shapeshifter into some other creature

that exists deep within you

to make peace with the creature you allow yourself to show.

[sonus-aurum]

Finding peace after the loss

Nights spent crocheting alone are an opportunity to listen to music when you're not on the road

Internet friends are realer than real life friends when the latter doesn't give you an invite

Adult friends are better than college friends when you became an adult many years before them

There's no need to ask questions if you know the answer is no

There's no anxiety when you get a text if you know it's filled with love

You don't need to use every color in the box if they don't look right together

There's no more soreness in my arms from holding together what's already gone

[theview-from-halfwaydown]

“i was diagnosed with ptsd today

i know i should feel relief

but all i feel is heavy

like it’s weighing me down more

i don’t know how it happened

or maybe i do

but i’m not too sure if anything is real or not anymore

my life is a movie and i’m watching the film burn up on the projector screen

floating through a ghost town

a spectator of my own life

how cruel

how unbearably cruel it is to have this placed upon me when i didn’t ask for any of it to happen

i cant find love because of you

you ruined me and everything i had to give

i fear getting close to anyone

i don’t know what they could do to me

i don’t know what they’re capable of

i don’t know how to carry this weight

this grief of what happened to me

the worst part is

i don’t even know what happened to me to have caused this”

[indigosartroom]

The fear in my stomach is not that I will quit art is that the art I make I won't love or adore the same way others do. I see so many fantastic artists with work that always blows me away and I want to be able to work to achieve that level of skill but I feel stuck, I feel unwilling to truly allow the artist in me out.

The artist in me desires to make tattoo flash designs and illustrations, silly ones, cool ones and just some that exist. I have starved her for so long that meer act of looking at gorgeous art she consumes all of it in an instant whole just to learn and understand everything about it. Our knowledge is greater than our skill and we are afraid our skill will never meet our depth of knowledge.

I guess what we are trying to say is our greatest when we view others art is that we'll never have the same love and admiration for the artistic process other artists do.