Maybe The Cheese Curds We're Sharing Are Sweating A Bit Because, Like My Hands They're Filled With Nervous

Something I find interesting about being an introvert is that I still need socialization. I spend most of my days in classes or at work and I don't socialize in those places because I'm not an outgoing person. Sometimes I don't socialize all week. When that happens, I'll get this weird feeling of restlessness that's only relieved when I'm social, particularly when I socialize with people with whom I'm comfortable.

Introverts (especially those on this site) talk big about not needing people and hating doing anything social, but when it comes down to it, we are designed to be social creatures. It's how we've survived and thrived for so long; community gives us an edge over other creatures. I wish I had more background knowledge about humans and community throughout history to better express what I'm trying to say. But yeah, even though it uses our energy to socialize, we still need it to survive and that's that on that.

natalie voglmayr

New doodling style

I got really bored in math...

There Will be a Day - Jeremy Camp

Still working on it, but it's a thing.

Though brightly shines the early eastern sky Though radiant does its brother end the days Though so plethoric shine the stars on high The light that comes from you decries their rays Though sweet the songs that sing the morning birds Though tenderly protects the mother bear Though strong the bonds between the grazing herds Your voice o’er-heard makes silent their affair

The oceans roar and ceaselessly devou’r All that it pleases; nothing is exempt And all is subject to the fire’s pow’r None flee when flames, their targets have been dreamt But you are more astonishing than these For in your heart, it’s God you long to please.

Three Roses

The incarnate of hate, manifest in me Pulls me into the abyss of desire A rose grows still, though none may see In earth, unkempt and raked with fire

Salvaging truth in a wreckage of lies, My heart cries out for sacrifice She opens her mouth and closes her eyes My stomach drops with the falling dice

Incarnate of Love fulfilled by hate Pursue my heart in ravenous state My soul grows weary of the cold, dark gate That separates life from an untouched state

A rose, growing still, in the depths of the earth Fills me with hope for the promise, elusive Petals in dis’ray from the narrow road’s girth We yearn for prophecy’s rest, conclusive

The end, to come, a purpose has given To those, in more of something need To die, to live; to live, good work To kiss the soldier’s cheek without greed

Build me a bridge across open water Make me a martyr for all to see My noose is taut from the ocean’s daughter A rose will be planted, though none see me

ragini r

lina gordievsky

Beneath the Skin - Memphis May Fire