The cold december night trickles with lingering twilight.a lone soul wandering through dewy fog, watching the clock tick away as the darkness enfolds. and as the blue hue hits my skin i look at the lone star, prideful , resilient .. kind. There i am in the midst of it all , aware of existence, aware of its very illusion . My mind, a symphonized conundrum of thoughts. The yearning to leap back in time to rid myself of the poison that has seeped in , a longing to experience ecstasy. Nights filled with numbed pain and secret tears. I lay it bare to the moon, naked without my guise , vulnerable without my shield,the inky darkness makes me honest. After all i am a moonchild. And as the dawn ascends , time stands still, as im reminded yet again , that life will always move on. Breathe in breathe out . and i wait , for twilight again .
One thing I have realised as I grew up is that, you can be surrounded by infinite amount of family and friends, but when it comes right down to it , you're truly and cruelly alone. Its just you and the higher power. Sometimes I wonder if this is what god intended and other times I wonder if we surprised her.
Dissclaimer: to all those who are easily grossed out , you may wanna look away, or maybe grow up and get educated .
As a 26 year old female adult. You would think that going through 13 or so years of menstruation , I would have , by now, be used to this ?. No!.
Period for me is what pregnancy is for most people . at first there's the shock , because it has never for the life of me ever been regular, because my period is an annoying Bitch, then there is the acceptance ,cuz what the hell can I do when -how do i put this lightly? -my privates are being butchered and bloodied, and its a whole situation of -if I move I'm going to have Niagara fall of bloody marry pour out of me.
don't get me started on all the cramps and nausea ,when my stomach feels like its being squeezed and punched at the same time and that also makes me want to shit. at this point I'm questioning god being a sexist . as though it wasn't enough that Im peeing blood, it also had to hurt at the same time ? How is this torture fair .not to mention I'm a crying mess-slash-unbearable prick! For all those of you who had the unlucky fortune of having to deal with me on my first two days - I'm extremely sorry (sorry mom ).
being a brown Asian, according to my completely sane and logically society, tampons here equals a dildo , its a big no no, yeah our people are funny (no they're not , they are fucking annoying). So for those of you using pads like me , I feel you fam . the rash is real !. I kid you not, I have to put like two pads at night to prevent it from staining my bed and even then sometimes it stains. The only upside to this is that sometimes it makes my ass appear bigger, But when you're psychologically disabled by hormones all you're going to feel is fat.
Lastly , there is the last day, now i know this doesn't happen to everyone. This is when you think its over but it isn't . when you think you can forgo the sanitary pad , but oh !! Look who it is again!.
On a serious note. I know menstruation is a sign of female fertility and health. And that it means I'm healthy. I get it . but it doesn't make this ordeal any easier. And what's even worse is that fact in most places its still talked about in whispers. But I urge every single girl out there to be loud about it .this is something we endure every month and the guys better know every single thing there is to know about it. This is part of being a women and there is nothing to be ashamed about . and for the people who say otherswise, I suggest you kindly go suck it.
Does anyone ever sit in office and decide that today you're going to be a useless bum and then proceed to do absolutely nothing ?
I spent 8 hours zooming in and out of my screen and drawing one single line only to erase it later today while I listened to Jimmy Carr in my headphones making obscene jokes.
My colleagues think Im perpetually having a cold because of all the coughing I do to cover up my laugh. I have been advised to take vitamin c pills.
Reblog this if you’re pro-receiving a brown paper package containing one (1) handwritten love letter, a small jar of strawberry jam from the farmers market, and a smattering of pressed flowers.
Croatia , my love. Modric , my hero. You showed the world what it takes to have the courage to dream. I wouldn't ever be able to understand the loss you faced yesterday but I did feel a morsel of the pain. But you should know that the entire world doted on you to take it home and that even if you didn't , you still won in our hearts . respect to all of you who put your heart and soul in that field yesterday . and thankyou for teaching every small nation , every downtrodden ones , every person who has been looked down upon , to hold our heads high and to aspire . to go from hearing just mere whispers of your nation to having the stadium yell out your name in pride. This world cup will always go down in history. A fairytale story of a bunch of small boys with big dreams.
The relationship I have with my blanket is something far more serious than any relationship I've had in my life with a person. No joke...I have had my blanket since I was in 7th grade, I'm 26 years old now, and very likely this is going to be that family heirloom that I'm passing onto my kids.
Somewhere, underneath the years that have gone by , in the deep recess of my mind. There's a little girl holding an orange umbrella, dancing in the rain. Little did she know that, that tiny little memory would later bring so much comfort in her life .
I'm only saying this for your sake, but objectively, it's not a smart idea to bring politics into normal hobbies. You might lose supporters of your blog just because of your political stance, and that would be terrible since you're so amazing!! It's only a suggestion, but I really reccomend not bringing politics into anything.
my goodness look at the amount of detail on this one. the colors, the shading, everything is just spot on. you can almost make out the individual feathers. truly a marvelous mallard. 10/10
i see they went with one of those brown varieties of duck. while this is a bold move on their part, i feel as though it loses a bit of its personality. i’m just not really feeling this bird. 7/10
this looks like a modern colorization of the famous duck from the hieroglyphs. i am absolutely in awe of their dedication to the medium and commentary on the transformative nature of art. 10/10
look at this good boy! he is patiently awaiting a treat and i wish to reward him with a multitude of gifts. 11/10
yuck. 2/10
ohoho, what a dynamic three quarters angle! the artist’s ability to capture the essence of duck in 3d space is so refreshing to witness. 10/10
this bird’s looking a bit sickly, i think it has to do with the highlights being in weird places. hope he feels better soon. 5/10
a bit more minimalist this time around. the lack of legs makes it seem as though he’s resting on the surface of the water, and i really admire how it sets a scene and makes me feel like i’m really there. 9/10
i’m really digging the positive energy coming from this bird. i can’t explain why, but i feel like that animal’s my friend. 10/10