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shortnotsweet · 5 months
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In a Week by Hozier ft. Karen Cowley
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“The raven is death, obviously. When I die, I want a good tombstone—something right spooky. LT’s got something against the underground, though you’d think that would be just his kind of place. That’s alright. He needs to, he can cremate me. It’s not exactly Catholic, and Mam would turn in her grave, but God is a unicorn and no one is pure anymore, so. What’s all that got to do with me?”
Johnny “Soap” McTavish has a journal. Had. It is his no longer.
Simon “Ghost” Riley had dreams—awful ones, the kind that sank claws into his lungs, dragged him into sleep, and then sent him careening out of it. He still has dreams, but they’re different, now. Better. Johnny’s pages have folded themselves under his eyes and gotten into his head, brighter and more infectious than anything else has ever been. It’s more than the past, that rotting carcass behind him, and more than now. Now is nothing. Now is ash. It’s like, it’s like—blinding, is what it is. He’s a blind man.
It is biblical now. Ghost has read it backward and forward and sideways and inside out. When he runs out of things to read, he reads them again, and when that is not enough, he reads between the lines.
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chemevan · 10 months
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happy 18 years of the horrors
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whack-patty · 4 months
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did the thing
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cutekoala1001 · 8 months
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2023 September
mood + habit tracker pages (Johnny and Nooshy)
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carcarrot · 13 days
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cock action
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nyarados · 4 months
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Where am I supposed to stand? Am I the only one who wants us to stand together?
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rexscanonwife · 17 days
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Ougghh what a day it's been 😔 I'm finally heading home now and when I get there I'm gonna rewatch certain episodes of ppg....for no particular reason 👉👈💖💖
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Last night was my first time hearing Judith Weir's The Big Picture in concert. Cut and pasted some of the lyrics from my two favorite movements, Green and Blue. The lyrics in the pieces are often poems that revolve around color, (which is the whole overarching theme actually) Green features a poem by King Henry VIII, and Blue is based off of The Man With the Blue guitar by Wallace Stevens. Very cool. I ought to find more choir concerts to attend.
Listen to it here:
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magicalsookie · 1 year
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some my singing monsters spreads with the pomily 💜🎀 love them so much 🎀
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some artists/brands used that I could credit : seungmiscutestudio, nevertheless, mt masking tape, maildor, stickii club, amifa, yumemoonstudio, froggystudios, mind wave, bgm, artemio, parfait pins, kamio, official play, q lia, bunsietae, nekoni
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snixx · 5 months
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randomly found a hindi rewrite of all too well in my journal send help i can be so unhinged sometimes
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ereborne · 5 months
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Song of the Day: December 1. Starting this again! It has been years
"Soap" by the Oh Hellos
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cutekoala1001 · 7 months
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2023 October
mood + habit tracker pages (some of the “Out Of This World” troupe in costume)
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aprilblossomgirl · 6 months
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my quick first impression of wednesday club: a pretty solid introductory first episode, including how they actually came up with that 'wednesday club' name. honestly, i wasn't initially impressed with the trailers (both the mock and official ones) but the cast ensemble choices did intrigue me from the start. and now that i watched the first episode, i kind of changed my mind. i feel like this one has that potential to be good. and, just now checking the show's mdl page, i have one more reason to why i feel that way.
so, the screenwriter of Wednesday Club is Manow Waneepan Ounphoklang who happened to be a part of the screenwriter teams of 55:15 Never Too Late and F4 Thailand: Boys Over Flowers, both were 2021 shows. now this is a very subjective take from me. but i think both shows have pretty well-written scripts. 55:15 Never Too Late handled its story of multiple mains, each with their own arc, as an ensemble show quite well. as for F4 Thailand, -- well, you can say anything about the franchise, -- now, as someone who read and liked the original manga (Hana Yori Dango) and watched ALL its adaptations (except for the Taiwan's Meteor Garden Sequel / Season 2), i can say that story wise the Thai version has a better script which, in my opinion, gives a necessary twist that other adaptations didn't even dare to consider. so...that's that. this is not to give the screenwriter in talk a pedestal, but i do have thoughts that there might be more to this show then what the trailers shown.
and looking at the first episode, with that range of the seven mains, and the eventual set-up of the club... may i say i'm in for this ride.
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craycraybluejay · 4 months
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I know I am a sick person all over because everything always hurts and somehow I'm in love with the horror of protecting you. And the eternal wish that there is something as wrong with you as there is with me. For you to hurt me for every time I failed to protect you. For you to enjoy my hurt as I would yours. To smile at me like I am the only person in the entire world even as I fade to nothing. To put small fingers inside my throat and scratch it like an illness. Like swallowing glass. And laugh the whole way through as I struggle through blood to laugh with you. The desire to burn my sickness into you if by some miracle you are different, if by some cruel blessing I am really the only one like me. To bury you alive inside my love so that no matter what it will remain past the death of the sun. It's quiet and then it's loud. Something wrong with me. No one at all knows. I make myself sicker with my fixations. I am not capable of making any of it stop. Only of tucking myself away in a small dark corner like a diseased secret. Maybe I put too much value to things, even those that are altogether inconsequential. Too much romance and sentimentality to things that simply Are. All of the cosmos is unfeeling chaos, all of the humans are feeling order, I inherit the worst of both. Everything feels like a strange, heavy nightmare. Time is fast and slow. The sensation is of a subconscious eternally screaming for me to WAKE UP, that my head is hot enough to explode and my body is wasting away-- except there is nothing else to wake up to. Life is story after story and moments of thrilling clarity. And you.
I crave so badly to earnestly write you as a freakshow. I want to grab you and run you-- all clinging to my back and bothering me with questions of what all this is-- right into my world. Hold you out above the mountain like the Lion King and thank the stars for your existence. Initiate you into a madness that is mine, and only mine. Watch you turn in my time into a being in my space. But I know in truth it's a game of burdensome waiting. That I have to play my role forever if I must and simply wait for you to wander here. That in order to hold and cherish you in both my world and this other one I must wait for you to slither up my brainstem yourself-- as a being and not a thought. To leap into my arms a billion times until the atoms do something truly bizarre. I don't allow my hands on your wheel, but I enjoy sitting there and watching as we crash into trees and fly headlong off cliffs. It is more fun than smooth sailing. More real. You manage to shock me when nothing truly phases me anymore. Reach me in a place where I am all alone. I can't push you I can't pull you I can't weave your stories together with mine alone but I will happily take your hand and lead you through the beautiful surrealities when you offer yours first.
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bmpmp3 · 1 year
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A COUPLE nights ago i had some dream about this very ._. girl who was an aspiring rockstar and in the dream she had hair that was like simultaneously pink and blonde BUT LIKE not like dyed or highlights it was like. you know. just pink and blonde at the same time. so i just layered pink over yellow paint LOL it made a sorta pinky orange....
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sovonight · 1 year
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u have no idea what i’ve accomplished in the last 72 hours (finished 5 full-color pics that i’m queuing for 4 days from now)
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