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artistincrise · 7 months
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there's a pretty girl in the mirror
she smiles sweet and spins around my room, dancing like the stars shine only for her
the corners of her eyes wrinkle when she looks at me
I admire her from afar, butterflies making a mess inside of me
and marvel in the feeling of finding beautiful things about myself.
- how it feels to love myself
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artistincrise · 9 months
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The Barbie movie really said. Yes you will grow up and childhood wonder will vanish. Yes you will grow up and learn to hate yourself, your body, your awkwardness. Yes you will grow up and lose your confidence and certainty and sense of purpose. Yes you will grow up and the world will seem a bleaker, lonelier place every day, and society will seem bleaker and lonelier every day, and you won’t understand what went wrong in the span of just a few years, what took you from a happy and secure young girl to a sad, uncertain, scared grown woman.
And yet. You will learn to find beauty again. You will find joy in not having a purpose, in building a purpose for yourself. You will find beauty in connection, with the people and the world around you. You will learn to love signs of ageing as proof of a life well lived, of experience and happiness. You will take that little girl by the hand and tell her “I know, this isn’t what you thought it would be, but it’s real. Let me show you how beautiful it can be.”
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artistincrise · 10 months
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also seeing someone you love showing signs of memory issues is possibly even more terrifying because I feel like when it's me it's almost mundane, I get used to it. But then my mom said she was forgetting what she's talking about in the middle of speaking and where she is while walking on the streets.
and we don't have anyone with alzheimer's in the family but my god this is terrifying, to have the possibility that one day, the people that gave me my name will not remember it when they see my face. I will be a stranger to someone who made me the person I am today.
i feel like we dont talk enough about how distressing and disturbing memory loss issues are. forgetting what you were talking about halfway through a sentence, putting something down and instantly forgetting where you put it. having to reread one paragraph over and over again because by the time youve moved onto the next sentence you dont remember what the one before it said. always doubting if your memories of things are real, not being able to remember important life events.
its so incredibly scary, it feels like your mind is constantly playing tricks on you and you start to doubt whats real and what isnt.
“i forgot” is treated like a lazy excuse when it’s genuinely such a big issue for so many people.
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artistincrise · 10 months
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He was a punk she did ballet: ❌
He and she are both punks and have a crush on a same art baby: âś…
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artistincrise · 10 months
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not a single tiktok or wikihow told me that in my first date ever there would be a cyclone and that the the tire of the bus I'm on would get FLAT
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artistincrise · 10 months
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they are so especial to me :´)
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artistincrise · 10 months
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love the idea that hobie has an adoption problem and the moment he saw a gwen (eyebags from barely sleeping in days, filthy hair, stinking a little) his first thought was "I don't have that colour yet", like any cat owner whatever we find a kitten on the streets
looking out for his drummer
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artistincrise · 10 months
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they would get along well
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artistincrise · 10 months
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I want to meet the world. I wish with all my heart I could go to art school somewhere I can learn to be better, where art is seen and appreciated and taken seriously the way my country doesn't.
I wish. I wish. I wish.
I wish I could be everything, try every option. I wish I could live to learn and study about every subject that interests me. I want to be an art teacher, an illustrator, and a marine biologist, and a wildlife rehabilitator, and a designer. I want to teach little kids and inspire teenagers. And I want to learn how to swim and lose my fear of the ocean so I can dance with whale-sharks and help turtles. I want to hold monkeys and capture snakes that wander into houses and work with big cats. And man I wish I could paint big canvas and fill page after page with art for the rest of my days.
I wish I could spend my whole life learning about everything there is to learn. That I could understand every aspect of the human brain in psychology, and about the people, the forgotten ones in history. I want to understand the world. Can I see it? Greet it like a friend? Is that not what the human life is supposed to be? Is it not our purpose in this world to experience it?
It makes me restless to think about the future.
I hate capitalism. It makes me afraid of growing up.
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