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humapkehaikaun · 3 months
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I wanted to write down exactly what I felt, what I wanted to say.. But somehow paper stayed empty.. Like a candle wax which stick with candle with so many thoughts but never burned.
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journalsofanaesthete · 8 months
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There are times when I wanna be hopeless,
lose all hopes and just be hopeless
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but I can’t do that because I am
made of hope, I can’t just stop hoping
even in the worst situations I still hope
for the best, even when you left me I still hoped
you would come back but you didn’t
but I still hoped and I still do
hope is the only thing that gets me going
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hope makes me feel like one day I
will be fine, everything will be fine
the way hope calms my anxiety
is the reason I can’t be hopeless
~ dishaa
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linalett · 5 months
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Literally forgot how to draw entirely but still trying to get back
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Inspired by this post right here
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edsheawrites · 11 months
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The Name That was Lost
You were always the subject to my musings. The muse to my poetries. My hands are relentless, incessantly writing about what seems to be your name in a long-ass paragraphs and stanzas. But now, I’ve been looking for that drive. I lost the you that’s always been on my scribbles. It slipped in the middle of my pages; I don’t know if you’ve lost your way or you’ve grown tired hearing your name written in kitsch poetries, woven by tireless hands. The “you” that’s always been in my pages has become nameless.
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mitzizenith · 7 months
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@8um8le the sun, moon, eclipse, and unfortunat 8ot drawings are from this lovely person! (I'll get better at drawing bot and sun I promise
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pry-doodles · 7 months
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Daily Doodle Day Day 27
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My arty mind in class put onto paper for yall to see 👀
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Main art blog @prylc
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cheerclaw · 1 year
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kitties in my book
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scribbled-diaries · 1 year
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Some toxic people in my life made me question about my every relationships and my own existence.
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simplyamushroom · 2 months
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rugdoghasanartattack · 2 months
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Valentines day 2024 (based on old ones from like, the 60s)
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sparrovv · 2 years
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personally I think telling every other guy you wanna kiss them isn't gonna get people to stop writing gay fanfiction about you for the funsies
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humapkehaikaun · 7 months
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The wounds of silence and hopes, stitched together with memories. People leave whether you hate them or love them, no one is forever in your life. Friendship breaks, lover become ex, families break apart too..what remains then, that's the hope and memories which is always with you either you like it or not.. it's more like a wound which you wanted to heal but also you scratch that until it bleed.
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stutee · 1 year
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Every person's entry into k-pop begins with an awe at the new world you are exposed to. A world of goodlooking idols and fun content and vibey music and groups with whom you vibe. You find comfort and happiness with them and their music and you can't stop watching things about them. It's all cool. And then you feel overwhelmed with the overflow of content, so you stay away from it and then slowly it blends in with your life. You grow out and grow with it at the same time.
After a while, it isn't about a bias or a good looking person. Ofcourse you can still admire how beautiful someone looks or go crazy at how hot someone is. But you start seeing them majorly as artists. Artists capable of making wonderful music. Ofcourse wonderful is subjective. But you genuinely are intrigued and grow more and more curious about how a musical piece is created. The lyrics, the story and the process.
And that's when it gets to a different level of beauty. You see them not just as people who give you comfort in a healthy parasocial aspect but people dedicated to their craft. When you have seen a group with people of different personalities and have heard their collective music, you are also curious to see what individual creativity can they bring in with their own individual processes.
There are stories, struggles and wisdom all along the way. Lyrics written that introduces you to new stories and emotions, lyrics that validate your emotions and lyrics that comfort you.
So no, you don't care what sort of personality analysis is done on a celebrity whose real self we will never know. As long as the surface level personality is a good matured one, it's fine. Ofcourse heavy exceptions on someone who turns out to be problematic. But till then, it's all about art. It's all about them being a part of your journey. Music from anyone that speaks to you serves as the partner of your journey. Sometimes for fun, sometimes for comfort and sometimes for exploring new emotions.
And that's how it is. There will be music that you still won't vibe with even if it's from your faves but you can appreciate the effort. And there will be music that will instantly reach your heart.
We definitely stay alive for art. If not for it, what's there to life you tell me?
This reminds me of when i watched Taylor Swift's documentary Miss Americana on Netflix. That was before she released Folklore and Evermore. And i couldn't stop admiring her artistry, the process, the struggles and the wisdom she was gaining and sharing through the process of both her struggles and the beautiful moments she went through.
Thoughts i had after i watched the documentary trailer for Suga's D-Day. It's all random scribbles and i can elaborate on all this. Just wanted to write this.
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linalett · 5 months
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Don’t want to finish her anymore so it is what it is, gonna just go sketch something else
At least i kinda like how i rendered skin 🤷‍♀️
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edsheawrites · 3 months
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at least, in my rose-colored glasses
You may have had thousands of encounters in your entire life, but I know you best. I know you better than anyone else because I’ve watched you longer than them. I know you at the fingertip that touches my heart, and I know you when your fingers clasp my trembling hand. I know you by the smile that brightens the world. Oh, how beautiful it seems to me now, like the sun that rises in the morning and the morning breeze that breathes on my face. I know you by the voice among all the voices when you call out my name. I know you at the top of your head when we’re both lost in the crowd. I know you at every step you take. Each is carefully crafted toward the path you have paved for yourself. I know you at every rise and fall of your chest, and behind that is a heart, beating beautifully, creating music that even virtuosos cannot hold a candle against. I know you at every beat, and I know every beat doesn’t spell my name. I know you best, but what help would knowing do when you don’t know me at all?
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lovemesomeagnst · 1 year
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Don’t worry they’re just getting into the festive mood.
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