Белые ночи

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you, artist online. somebody has referenced you in conversation irl by your online handle and somebody else knew who you were talking about. somebody has kept up closely with your posts for a period of time like their morning paper. somebody found a music artist because of you, thinks of you when they hear them on the radio. somebody followed you years ago and remembers you randomly even though they can't find you. somebody has screenshotted and saved your posts and sent them in discord servers. somebody has made your drawings their lockscreen, added them to their favorites folder and looked at them when they're going through some shit, has sent them to their best friend and sparked conversation in private chats. your art in particular could be the source of a keen sense of nostalgia for someone. maybe they've even printed out your images using their home printer and taped them to their bedroom wall and they look at it every day and they never even told you. isn't that scary? isn't that awesome? remember this well.

submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known so that you may turn around and see the impact you leave and the light you cast on others.

Attack on Titan Key Animation

I have battled against various hazards. In moments, when I saw my body blacker than soot, feelings of shame for my cowardice have been aroused in me. To put an end to this black body of mine I have jumped into fire and even fought with a wolf. Yet, strangely, whatsoever the odds, my life was not taken. Even death has fled from me when I have looked it in the face. At last, full of bitterness, I have decided to take my own life.

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke, “The Dog, Shiro” from The Beautiful and the Grotesque

The palette challenge is surprisingly very fun to do

fear

(familial/platonic) the monsters gone, he’s on the run and your daddys here

Come on... it's only one drink.

ねえ、一杯だけ

hey i was obsessed with crack baby by mitski for a month now and today i thought oh let's just google what crack baby is and i feel so weird right now- and i was thinking i can't like this song more than i do already but now it's my whole personality. no- i am that song. i am. i write the lyrics, played the instruments, produced it, i sang it, i exist with it

i want to stop people on the street and say hey do you know mitski wrote this song about a person who has a fucking void in their heart caused just by existing and they need something once they had and maybe that'll help to fill the void but they don't know what it is and they cannot find it again JUST LIKE A FETUS WHO IS EXPOSED TO CRACK COCAIN