Then shall we go search for it?
To the other side of the wind
Let’s go see the end of the
And shivering dark nights.
Sometimes I drown in my fantasies.
Particularly when I can’t see anything.
I can’t fall asleep at night if there is any light in my room, I need it to be extremely dark. The time before I go to sleep is the time when my spirituality and creativity really wake up, in a way. I’m not sure if you’d even call what I do spiritual or creative, but it is definitely… trance-like.
It’s the time when I feel the most alive. It’s the time when I feel at all, it seems. Sometimes I’m flooded with extremely painful memories and I cry for hours on end, or I’m permeated with haunting images and emotions that inspire me more than they frighten me or depress me. Sometimes I feel my body tensing and releasing in a sob brought on by an image or thought more poignant than any I’d seen or thought of before.
Last night was an extremely beautiful experience. I found out yesterday that I’m going to be able to attend a spiritual gathering this year that I’ve gone to for seven years now, but would not have been able to attend this year. I was so overjoyed and relieved and filled with gratitude with this information, my whole body and soul seemed to fly the whole day. I couldn’t help but fantasize late into the night about what it might be like to see him again, to lean my head against his chest and feel the vibrations of his murmuring voice reverberate through my heart. For so long, it’s felt like just seeing him happy was enough to make me happy for a lifetime.
It’s not true, though. There’s nothing I can do that will stop the pain from pervading me eventually, the pain that I can’t share his happiness with him.
So even more poignant a thought was the thought of how deeply beautiful it would be to meet “him” at a gathering such as this one… to see him and just know. And then this boy I’ve been loving for too long despite knowing he was not the one for me would make some room in my heart, some much needed room.
I thought about how we’d hold each other and whisper sweet nothings to each other, sweet nothings that were anything but nothings. We’d melt into one person and nothing around us would matter. The thought of a relationship with someone that was so whole has given me a blissful feeling today. It’s a childish, very dreamy-girlish thing to fantasize about, perhaps, but a thought that fills me with love and gratitude and hope nonetheless, because I know that it’s what the universe has in store for me when it’s time.
If I had to lose one of my five senses, I’d lose my ability to see, hands-down. I’d miss some things, of course… but for some reason, for me, it’s always felt as though once I closed my eyes, I opened my heart.
Child’s worst Nightmares by Joshua Hoffine
CHILD’S worst nightmares?! THESE ARE STILL MINE
Pardon me while I go shit my pants.
omFg wh aht the FUCk
actual cannibal jake english
dirk ur body got blood all over his pretty coat orz
and i swear, in that moment, you could taste my sexual frustration.
tumblr is so shitty at gifs so there’s a bigger version here
more meet-up sketches! i didn’t take a pic of each sketch i did at tcaf (which is probably for the best since they were all hasty and BAD…) so this is just a selection of the ones i remembered ヾ(´▽｀;)ゝ
I WANT YOU TO PLEASE DRAW IN MY SKETCH book pls i will buy a ticket to your place just for this nattie
Hey guys! Sorry its been so inactive around here. I’m slowly but surely getting finished with my finals.
Anyway, I found this and thought I had to share. The way body language can tell how a person is really feeling is something that I consider very interesting. I think it would be a great way to show, in a subtle way, how a character is really feeing.
Hope its useful! And good luck with finals! Hopefully, this place will be a bit more active once summer kicks in.
Hmm, this’ll come in handy. REBLOG