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#you are a masterpiece
phoebepheebsphibs · 3 months
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I was thinking about artwork that I’ve seen.
I dunno I felt poetic
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I was thinking about artwork that I’ve seen.
Drawings where the linework was so fluid it melted seamlessly into the colours, as if it were all one thing rather than layers piling one on top of the other. The shading was fantastic and gave it magic and depth. The lighting turned it into something beyond beautiful — powerful, warm, and comforting. It had background art that transported it into places of wonder. It had special decorations and detailing that would take a lifetime to uncover. It was so real it moved. It breathed. It lived.
And I wondered if people looked at art the same way I do. If people see stories in the ink blots. If they hear music in the color scheme. Do they feel warmth in the expressions, do they find wonder in the brushstrokes, do the ink marks glisten and gleam and glitter like gold?
And I wondered if people knew they were art, too. If they knew that their freckles are strategic paint splatters, made to add depth and decorum. If they saw their scars as storylines, markers of where they've been and how far they've come. How their eyes are jewels and gemstones, they sparkle and reflect the light of the sun, moon, and stars. Their smiles and frowns are strokes of a brush with precision pigment, and tears and laughter are a symphony. Can they see the extravagant and extraordinary dye used in their skin, in their lips, in their blood and tears? Have they seen the delicate weaving and braiding and crocheting of their hairs? Their joy shines like magic through their pores, their fingers are tools and their voices are instruments. Their names are reflections of their person, the title of their artwork. Do they know they are masterpieces?
And I wondered if people…
If one person would ever look at me like that. If someone would see my lighting, my shading, my composition and negative space. If my lineart was seamless, if my colours clashed or blended in a lovely way, if my details drew them in, if I was intricate or creative or magic. Could they notice how I sway when I get tired, like I'm slow-dancing to a lullaby, or how I click my tongue and hum when I'm bored… How my feet turn in, how sometimes I stumble on my R's, how my eyes resemble sunflowers… My freckles go down like connect-the-dots in a constellation on my arms, my nails are nibbled down, my hands are covered in ink, my ears covered in headphones secured within a song… My shoes are decorated with charms, my jeans are old, ripped and cut-off at the knees, my sweaters are warm and oversized, I hide inside them like a picture in a frame, snug and silly, flapping my hands underneath the long sleeves. Do they hear how I sing constantly, how I talk in every accent I can get my hands on, see how I add extra U's to words like “colour” or “honour” or “favour”, how I talk to myself in the woods where I write my stories, how I still believe in magic like Ents and Faes and the Loch Ness monster and miracles... could they see all my quirks and flaws and what very few redeeming qualities I find in myself, and could they see them all as paint? As pencil marks? As ink and dye? As gloss and varnish? Could my rambles sound like music? Could my smile be glitter? Could my voice be winds and strings and brass? Could anyone look at me and see the artwork?
But mostly I wondered if I would ever be able to look at myself like how I look at the artwork.
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antvnger · 1 year
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I normally don’t answer anything this early but when I woke up and saw this, I couldn’t leave it for later.
First of all, Anon, thank you for being courageous enough to reach out about this. That really is pretty brave. And you’re not bothering me one bit! I’m glad you reached out because I’ve got plenty to tell you about this, Anon, so you gotta listen to me, okay?
You matter.
You do! You matter. The fact you exist means you matter. You were made with a purpose, whatever that may be. I don’t know who told you otherwise or what made you believe that you don’t matter enough, but none of that is true. I believe you were created with love and care and intent.
You know how like Michelangelo put so much time and effort into the tiniest details of his sculptures to create something wonderful and amazing? I believe with my whole heart that’s the same kind of love and care and attention to detail that was put into creating you, someone wonderful and amazing. Your existence is not an accident or a mistake. You are not junk. You are a masterpiece. That’s nothing to be ashamed about.
That☝🏻goes to everyone reading this too! And everyone who doesn’t read it.
Anon, I’m sorry that you feel like everything is crashing down around you and you’re barely hanging on. I’ve been there too, and I can say that in this world, nothing last forever. This season will pass, and if you hold on and push forward, there are better things ahead. Unfortunately, life isn’t fair or easy, and sometimes shit hits the fan. But I believe you’re strong enough to endure, and you’ll find something better on the other side.
I really strongly suggest you find some professional help, Anon. Getting help like that is nothing to be ashamed of either. I’ve had to get help like that, and it really is beneficial. If you can’t? Then build a circle of friends and supporters who will cheer for you and support you and remind you of truths like what I’ve already told you. You can add me ((and Ant-Mun!)) into that circle.
You’re loved, Anon. Even when you don’t believe it or feel like it, you’re loved. And you’ve got us in your corner. Feel free to stop by my inbox anytime you need to be reminded of what I shared with you. I’ll gladly do it anytime. And if you ever need advice, I’m no professional expert, but I’ll do my best.
Hope this comforts you, Anon. I promise it’s all true.
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sleepy-bebby · 9 months
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goryhorroor · 5 months
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thank you to walt peregoy for making scooby doo where are you! even more memorable as a child
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ultrableating · 10 months
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what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life
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beif0ngs · 6 months
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BLUE EYE SAMURAI
I never said I was a samurai, you did. I’m on the path of revenge. There’s no place on it for love or friendship or weakness.
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coastaltowned · 9 days
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the manuscript ending the album on the utter jawdrop moment that neither of the muses of the actual album were the first men to fuck her up with promises of marriage and babies, and that first heartbreak so long ago laid the scene for the woman she would become and the ways she would approach love and how we all watched her life like scenes in a show but she kept coming back to the manuscript of the first torrid affair that ruined her, to bookend an album about two love affairs that destroyed her utterly in almost the exact same way, because all her muses are acquired like bruises........ it's bone-chilling
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radioducky · 4 days
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Casino-DressCode
Excited for the Casino Party in the upcoming chapter “Of Saints and Sinners” by @morningstarwrites 🫶
It was meant to be a sketch…
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petricorah · 1 month
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scenes i loved from Real Enough to Get Me Through by @marriedzukka <333 [ids in alt]
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melanistic-f0x · 1 year
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A. SHITTY. DRAFT. IS. ALWAYS. BETTER. THAN. NO. DRAFT.
Thank you.
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happy birthday to one of the greatest fics of all time <3 ( @bisexuallsokka , thank you for writing this masterpiece.)
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what truly gets me with knives out and glass onion both is the use of the viewers' memories. like when harlan gives marta the instructions where to park the car, before or behind the statue. or when we see miles hand duke the whiskey glass.
like i watched those parts. i heard harlan say where to park the car. i consciously took in how miles gave duke his glass the first time. but then the characters show that twisted scene and suddenly i also don't remember. park the car before or behind the statue? did he hand duke the glass or did duke take it by mistake?
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Welcome, to the Night of Pink Bunnies
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Artist: Noir Luna (Facebook)
Lyah (left) belongs to Dollya - me Lunariel (right) belongs to Noir Luna
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Please go and check out Noir's profile if you're interested, they're one of my highly recommended artist friends if you ever want a pretty piece of art like the above~
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lesbaurinkos · 8 months
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genuinely there will never be another show like this ever again. nothing as wacky and campy and unafraid to take massive swings. that does musical episodes with a cast they didnt bother to ask about singing abilities (camp and beautiful forever). that's a love letter to art and the truest adaptation of comics as a medium as we could ever ask for.... that works overtime to make every character gay in some capacity just for fun.... that runs 7 entire seasons for 6 beautiful years.... that forces cole sprouse to sing and somehow managed to unlock actually good singing one single time for his origin of love verse and then never again ever. that has god's most beautifully campy dialogue delivered with utmost passion and sincerity. that's as unabashedly FUN as this. that has cheryl blossom my most beloved cheryl blossom. NO ONE'S GONNA DO IT LIKE THIS EVER AGAIN!!!
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lizzibennet · 2 years
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per anon’s request, i present to you THE best version of beatrice’s monologue in much ado about nothing. i thought about cropping this but decided this scene must be watched in its full glory
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ultrableating · 8 months
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shiny and shiny!
marker commission for maybemagpie on twitter
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