So today is the day that I let myself be honest about myself on here. It’s really for me, not anyone else.
It’s been a crazy year. There’s been good part and bad parts. I’ve felt happier than I’ve ever felt before, a happiness I didn’t think I could ever feel. And I’ve felt lonely and scared. I’ve taken it day by day. Continue reading
If you’re a writer, I pity you.
The rest of the world has no idea what you’re doing. And then you have to try and convince them that you’re not a serial killer.
Writers are a unique breed. Especially fantasy, sci-fi, dystopian, and all the other speculative fiction writers.
We know things.
*The Twilight Zone theme song starts playing*
Anyway, if you’re a writer, you’ll probably relate. If you’re not, steal up your courage to take a glance. You might be enlightened. (Or horrified, but that’s a small consequence.) Continue reading
Greetings and Salutations!
I am back!
And why not start off the school year with a tag! Infinitely better than having to say three interesting facts about yourself to the class. (My go-to is that I’ve never drunk coffee. That normally angers or confuses people.)
- Link back to the person who created the tag ( Savannah)
- Thank the person who tagged you (thanks, Catwing!)
- Share the tag graphic *see above…*
- Tag eleven bloggers (Welllll… maybe not….)
I am not leaving, contrary to what it might look like from the title. I just wanted to try my hand at some free verse poetry. And I thought some art might go well with it. (I’ll let you be the judge of whether it does or not.)
It’s a bit of a sad post, I suppose. But goodbyes often are.
At first writing this post was more of a therapy/outlet for me. Then I thought: “Maybe I should post this.” And I went back and forth between posting this and not. But Tuesday rolled around and I didn’t have anything to post for Wednesday except this. So here is a dump about me, and sort of about self love.
I’ll have a normal post for next week. I can’t keep spilling my soul on the inter-web XD. I somehow thought it would be a good idea to post the drawings that I put along with each little blurb. Please be nice to my bad art :P. Continue reading
Today we have a collection of my most random thoughts. A lot of this is a conglomeration of my thoughts, other peoples thoughts, songs, idk, everything all mixed up with each other until I don’t know what is what. So I don’t claim these as all my own, but I did think of them.
Dirt is made up of a lot of dead things, composed and buried for years and years. Yet flowers still grow in it. Continue reading
I saw this on a few other blogs, and was inspired to create an aesthetic post of my own
because I’m running out of ideas. because I liked it.
image one: astronaut with plants. I like plants. I have two in my room, but I want more. Plants make everything happy it seems. I seem to kill everything I touch. I had one of those terrarium plants that live in a sealed jar. Its lived for three years. Then, last month, I saw that the leaves had shriveled. I don’t know why, maybe a contaminant got in.
moral: living in an isolated environment seems to protect you, but it kills you in the end. Continue reading
Hello people of the internet who read this tiny little blog. (Glad you’re here. Salutations.)
Recently I’ve been moving this blog in the direction of a more personal/lifestyle/idk themed blog. I originally started this as a writing blog, and there will still be a lot of those posts. But now there’s a lifestyle vibe to it. (Does anyone still use the word vibe? I like it.)
A little while ago, I published a post on perfectionism. This is kind of a follow-up, but not really post. (I actually had this idea before the perfectionism one, but haven’t written it.)
I have a lot of unfinished sketchbooks.
Some are filled half way, some only have a few pages filled, and some are missing pages.
The reason is this: I get upset at myself for not creating quality art, and cannot stand to look at it anymore. So after I get a decent way into a sketchbook, I get frustrated at the old, bad drawings, and have to start a new one.
I have this idea of a perfect sketchbook. Each page is filled with sketches, but they’re actually good sketches. Faces have the correct proportions, hands look like hands, and each piece makes you feel something. (Besides apathy and this-is-terribleness.)
I’ve always been a little upset that I am not great at the math/science side of things. I can do it, but it doesn’t come naturally, and I procrastinate. Continue reading
Anyone who knows me could tell you that I am a perfectionist. Not an obsessive perfectionist, but you know, an obsessive perfectionist.
Most of the perfectionist thoughts are aimed at making me a perfect human. This can be very damaging.
But it can also be good.
If there’s something I’m bad at, I’ll often throw myself into the thing until it’s better.
I have a few fears, like everyone does. But instead of avoiding them, I say to myself, “Wouldn’t it be a great idea to conquer the fears, so you’re not a weak human? You need to be strong and perfect.”
This has gotten me into some unpleasant situations. Continue reading
It snowed here. It only snows a few times here, and the snow isn’t that great typically. But we got a several inches, and I went out for a while.
- snow covered trees change the whole landscape
- fog on snow is really pretty (not if you’re skiing, then it’s terrifying)
- my dog could be a model for a hallmark Christmas card. he likes to sit and stare up at the falling snow.
- that crunch when you step on dry snow
- it’s so quiet outdoors (unless you’re one of those people who like to scream to break the silence)
While I was outside, I was thinking about characters. I half expected to find a lamp post in the middle of my woods, but that sadly didn’t happen. I wondered if I’d be able survive if I did find Narnia, considering that a lot of the food there (turkish delight for example) would not be good. On one hand, the evil White Witch wouldn’t bother me because I don’t eat sweets, but on the other, could I survive? Continue reading