28.09.2021

heyo i had a nice day today. we learnt a bit about character design so i’m just going to use this as an opportunity to improve my drawing skills. also there was a spider on my bag today so that was scary but also cool. i didn’t take any pictures today so here’s a poem i wrote a few days ago instead, enjoy :))

a naked shell of silent admiration floats in the air while i whisper prayers in your ear, but captivation is all we bow to. inhibited and unspoken, is the urge to peel at your seams and disrobe your soul. to bask in the deluge of liberation and to embrace what’s never been held before. you sculpt me and shape me without shaking the ground beneath me. you caress me and cradle me, dismantle me and break me but i remain intact and feel more alive than ever.

written by me (acidalia777)

Okej je zaljubiti se i voljeti, ali ljudi prvo gledajte sebe i gdje vi pravite greske, radite, zaradite svoje vlastite pare i vjerujte drugacije cete gledati na svijet, gledajte svoja posla, pometite ispred svojih vrata pa onda tek ulazite u tuda, ne treba vam niko osim samih vas jedino cete vi biti do kraja skupa i u dobru i u zlu, budite produktivni jer cete se vi ljepse osjecat, ima vremena za sve kad se nade i za rad i za ucenje i za treniranje i za druzenje i JAKO BITNO I VRIJEME ZA SEBE. Razmislite malo u cemu grijesite poslusajte sta ce vam ljudi rec ali izvucite samo onoliko koliko treba, jer ne valja mi kad slusas puno ljude onda nemas svoje mišljenje, izgradite sebe U NAJBOLJU VERZIJU SEBE, svaki dan se edukujte nikad nije dosta znanja vjerujte ne znate onoliko koliko mislite. Pustite da budu pametniji i neka misle iako nisu dopustite im a onda razmislite jel' to dobro ili nije, JAKO BITNO POTRUDITE SE DA BUDETE BOLJA VERZIJA SEBE OD JUCER I TAKO NAPRIJED.

EMOCIJE

Ne sakupljajtee sve u sebi ako nemate kome reci (sto je sada postalo normalno) imate sebe, sebi ste najbolji prijatelj, isplacite se, ismijte se, napijte se, tugujte, slavite, odvrnite muziku i plesite, vristite u jastuk

RADITE STA VAM JE VOLJA VAS ZIVOT ZASTO POTROSITI SVOJE VRIJEME I EMOCIJE ZA LJUDE KOJI NISU ZADOVOLJNI SVOJIM ZIVOTOM I SAMIM SOBOM DA VAM POKVARE DAN I ZA OSOBE KOJE NEMAJU STA DRUGO RADITI NEGO GLEDATI STA DRUGI LJUDI RADE, KAKO SU SE OBUKLI, JAO ND OBUKLI SU SVE CRNO NARKOMAN STO POSTO

UF SARENO SVE ISTO DIJETE KAKVO ILI JOS GORE JAO VIDI DVIJE CURE SE DRZE ZA RUKE PEDERII SVE ZO TREBA ZAPALITI

ZASTO LJUDI NE GLEDATE AVOJA POSLA BOLI VAS BRIGA STA DRUGI LJUDI RADE IMATE SVOJ ZIVOT I UZIVAJTE U NJEMU MAKSIMALNO

~una~

You may not think it, but in my eyes you're perfect... <3

Fuck nudes send me your playlist.

There’s a strange stillness I feel in my heart

A kind of numbness

Words don’t move me anymore like they used to

My heart does not swell with any emotions

There’s no sign of sadness or pain

There’s no sign of any elation or joy

When I look at myself in the mirror

I notice my glassy eyes

Reflecting nothing at all

There’s a strange stillness in my heart

And I’d rather be in pain than be so numb

I’d rather grieve than feel nothing at all

"She's scared to mess up everything she's worked so hard on.

Everything she has achieved."

-MOON.

Tuesday, 28th September 2021

My reality is shaped in colours; a painting blurred in depths of hues, brushed by a wandering silence.

Could this be a dream

My dreams are gaining plots,

Storylines I wish I remembered,

Yet know I’ve enjoyed living.

They don’t include my writing,

Forget about the times I paint,

So dreaming this definitely ain’t.

Perhaps dreams aren’t so clear,

Or get infused randomly with fear,

But life itself is just like that,

More chaotic than we care to bat.

Instead it’s the mundane dreams skip,

And the breaks that never really fit.

I’ve never missed moving between

So this is not some dream

Daily haiku #14: pages

Book rec should be done tomorrow :-)

Pages. Dark ink spreads,

Bleeding through yellowed paper.

A tear destroys it.

Old poem made into art

July 10,2013

Now I know why I see you in my dreams . Because you were the only thing that made all of my days turn into pages ripped out of my favorite books . And now that you are gone, the lines have blurred . You are a ghost story . So every night I relieve your memories perfectly etched in the pages of that torn diary.

My heart spills

With nothing but love for him

He’s far away from me

In a deep sleep

Lost in his blurry dreams

I wish I could step into his dreams

Is he dreaming about the people in his life?

Or about the evening skies?

Is his heart racy?

Or is he in a blissful slumber?

I wish I am there, somewhere

In the background, as a fragment of his dream

I wish I am there, somewhere

Radiating nothing but love and calmness for him

I remember that night

The way her feet touched the concrete

Almost like

Dancing while walking

I was lucky

But didn't realize it then.

Alex Delorme

since birth

this body had been tormented by fate

darkness had since

become my only friend

not even the light of the moons

can lift my spirits.

the howl of the unimpeded wind

the grief of the sands

before me appears a blessing:

a black-armored man.

this marred body, under the moon of blood

spoke and asked

“do you not fear me?”

he merely smiled

and I fell in love

i didn’t go out with a knife, i screamed why, why must i die on the night she gets annoying. though we don’t fist fight she follows me around everywhere i go. in dreams she remembers me

he was as gentle as a horse.