tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
Breaking toys when I was tiny.
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The Moth Pt.1 (Narration)
A narrative free verse poem I wrote sometime ago…
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A Morning
I woke upthere was a moth in my bedResting on the pillowon whichlast night, I had weptIt didn’t make a movebut its shiny wingsgleamed with the lightfrom the wavering curtainsI took a glass jarand I blew it inThe scales on its wingslooked as beautiful as stardustas they withered awayI watched it, for hoursas it flutteredslowerandslowerUntil it fluttered, no moreI couldn’t help wonderingShy…Was it?Lonely…Was it? -
13/4/19 WIP
♥ Love and prayers to Texas ♥
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On Her Saddleless Horse
♥ Prayers to Boston ♥
A result of doodling to country music.
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(Source: sirmitchell)
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Blue Sunrise
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Been a while since I’ve done art.
Here’s something new: Lacrimosa
You can check out the WIP speed paint video here:
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Ever jumped off the bed in the morning on the first alarm sound and started dancing though your eyes haven’t fully opened?
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Ha, gotta love squidward for this!
(Source: makedatpussypurr, via kreayshawn)
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When you’ve got nothing to lose…
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The light inside you fades, slow
.As you grow cold
..Cold as a withered soul,
That knows love no more
Like a hearth still burning,
Dying in its own, ashen embrace
.But you still shine,
..Faint,
Yet with dread grace
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Let it snow,
Let it bury deep,
All your sorrows
..And from it,
Love will grow…
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