Artist: Daughter
Album: If You Leave
Song: Smother
Plays: 2,121

laurazocca:

Smother - Daughter

I’m wasted, losing time
I’m a foolish, fragile spine
I want all that is not mine
I want him but we’re not right

In the darkness I will meet my creators
And they will all agree, that I’m a suffocator

I should go now quietly
For my bones have found a place
to lie down and sleep
Where all my layers can become reeds
All my limbs can become trees
All my children can become me
What at mess I leave
To follow

In the darkness I will meet my creators
They will all agree, I’m a suffocator

Suffocator
I’m sorry if I smothered you
I sometimes wish I’d stayed inside
My mother
Never to come out

It’s official. I graduated.

I graduated on Friday the 13th, 7 pm, 2013. I was seated on row 13. I never ran across a stage as fast as I did in platform pumps. I also wasn’t expecting the Cum Laude. Or the way people were cheering me on. I couldn’t breathe, but once I made it down the ramp, I was so fucking excited it wasn’t funny.

Now I get to sleep a little, then hopefully get back to the regular schedule of drawing and posting back on tumblr. Holy crap I miss this place and you guys.

EDIT: Btw, after I graduated, I finally went clubbing for the first time. AW YIISSS-

Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip of night’s unfolding arms
Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone?
The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone (x)

Sorry, I know this isn’t Dragon Age, but at the moment I re-discovered Persona 4 and it’s what I’m sketching the most at work together with OCs. Balancing a full time job and class is hard, yo, but manageable. Aaa… ;3;

Just remembering how fun it was, running around Free Marches and shooting arrows with his band of jolly friends like there was no tomorrow to only turn around and be reminded that he’s an adult—forever chained to his glittering new throne.
Responsibility weighs like high dragon, doesn’t it, Sebastian?

Just remembering how fun it was, running around Free Marches and shooting arrows with his band of jolly friends like there was no tomorrow to only turn around and be reminded that he’s an adult—forever chained to his glittering new throne.

Responsibility weighs like high dragon, doesn’t it, Sebastian?

lillabet:

Invocation for Beginnings by Ze Frank

This is an invocation for anyone who hasn’t begun, who’s stuck in a terrible place between zero and one. Let me realize that my past failures at follow-through are no indication of my future performance. They’re just healthy little fires that are going to warm up my ass. If my FILDI (fuck it let’s do it) is strong, let me keep him in a velvet box until I really, really need him. If my FILDI is weak let me feed him oranges and not let him gorge himself on ego and arrogance. Let me not hit up my Facebook like it’s a crack pipe. Keep the browser closed. If I catch myself wearing a too-too (too fat, too late, too old) let me shake it off like a donkey would shake off something it doesn’t like. And when I get that feeling in my stomach — you know the feeling when all of a sudden you get a ball of energy and it shoots down into your legs and up into your arms and tells you to get up and stand up and go to the refrigerator and get a cheese sandwich — that’s my cheese monster talking. And my cheese monster will never be satisfied by cheddar, only the cheese of accomplishment. Let me think about the people who I care about the most, and how when they fail or disappoint me. I still love them, I still give them chances, and I still see the best in them. Let me extend that generosity to myself. Let me find and use metaphors to help me understand the world around me and give me the strength to get rid of them when it’s apparent they no longer work. Let me thank the parts of me that I don’t understand or are outside of my rational control like my creativity and my courage. And let me remember that my courage is a wild dog. It won’t just come when I call it, I have to chase it down and hold on as tight as I can. Let me not be so vain to think that I’m the sole author of my victories and a victim of my defeats. Let me remember that the unintended meaning that people project onto what I do is neither my fault or something I can take credit for. Perfectionism may look good in his shiny shoes but he’s a little bit of an asshole and no one invites him to their pool parties. Let me remember that the impact of criticism is often not the intent of the critic, but when the intent is evil, that’s what the block button’s for. And when I eat my critique, let me be able to separate out the good advice from the bitter herbs. (There are few people who won’t be disarmed by a genuine smile. A big impact on a few can be worth more than a small impact) Let me not think of my work only as a stepping stone to something else, and if it is, let me become fascinated with the shape of the stone. Let me take the idea that has gotten me this far and put it to bed. What I am about to do will not be that, but it will be something. There is no need to sharpen my pencils anymore. My pencils are sharp enough. Even the dull ones will make a mark. Warts and all, let’s start this shit up. And god let me enjoy this. Life isn’t just a sequence of waiting for things to be done.




Plays: 114,847

indigosignora:

Something dangerous is going on, and I’m starting to regret ever getting involved with it now.

(Source: mrdappersden)