I Am Tired - Blog Posts
the way my blog looks messy even after i spend hours tidying it up is really killing me
Yay I’m ingraining my way into the system :D
Is it One AM where I am? Yes.
Am I helping my older sister catch one of our cats? Yes.
Am I getting any sleep tonight? Maybe, it has yet do be decided.
Will I be in a bad mood tommorow? YES, no doubt.
Is one of my dogs stuck under my bed, Yes.
queen of the court, kageyama.
i never intended for this to come out like a card concept bcos i really wanted to draw a female version of kageyama,,, but then this came out :>>>
taglist (aaaa this is my first time having this 🥺):
@animoozies
The first day of public school was the hardest.
Now she's homeschooled, learning to be a soldier instead of a child.
Inside every broken teenager, there's an innocent child who witnessed the terrors of the world too early.
“LOVE CONFESSION” Chapter 1(?)
This is just a simple fanfic I was thinking of so I might continue it if I see a few of you like it or what not.
I also wanna apologize for the not so good line art that I suck at XD and I don’t think I will color just cuz it will take to long…
NOTE: I made them older in this comic just to be clear.
Me and guy:*breathe next to each other*
My straight friends:oh my god, you guys would be so cute together!
Me tired of their bullshit 'cause they know I have a girlfriend:
:')
You don't notice
The everlasting sorrow
That's drowning out
The life in my eyes.
I'm weeping inside,
But you're only seeing
Soft flesh
Carrying a fabric
That lays loosely over my body.
I am but merely an item,
That had been claimed
The moment you rest your body
Against mine.
All my self worth plummeted
In a matter of seconds,
And I have never felt so ashamed.
~ceramic-feelings
I can't sleep
Even in the darkest hours
My eyes lie bright and open
Not to be faltered by dreariness.
I go three nights,
Wide awake,
And silent during the most boring nights
Of my whole life.
And once again,
I lie awake at 7:14am on Tumblr
Complaining about my inability
To rest my thoughts
Because maybe they're overcoming me
And maybe i'm so consumed
That they wont let me go.
My thoughts won't complete,
And I can hear them cycling
All at once in my head.
I just lay here,
And my thoughts have become
So unfathomable.
I can't hear the words of my own thoughts,
I can only feel the colors.
Pink pouring out of my ears,
Yellow from my eyes,
Red throughout my fingers as I type.
My eyelids, relentless.
I have no purpose in sleep.
~ceramic-feelings
what the actual fuck is going on
Bonds are burdensome.
They are what makes life worth living,
albeit the feeling of burdening someone else with your own emotions or lack thereof obliges you to take a step back or running away on a 180 degree path in comparison to the one you’re on at that moment.
You begin craving that loneliness that picked at your heart every night,the one that made you cry your own blood since tears did not hurt enough.
I want to turn back in time,or keep being the myself i knew before giving out pieces of it to others.
Opening up is not much of a good decision sometimes,or easy to accomplish either.
Everything just hurts.
It’s overwhelming.
It’s flooding my well.
Oh wait—
how long has it been since my well last had a shape?
What is happening around me?
What am I?
I wonder what would happen if I just cursed as loud as I can. Just bellow out the f-word loud enough to scare my dogs.
▂▃▅▇█▓▒░𝚁𝚎𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝░▒▓█▇▅▃▂
*Exaggerates tears* SO a i finally bid Adieu personally to the man that inspired me . I am in joy to finally post this redo of my previous artwork for him since of my dissatisfaction in its appearance and desired to polish the art work with references of his journey as Mysta Rias. Now i say goodbye as "I'll Move On" as i've found another named Kuro Kurenai to enjoy. "I'll miss him in eternity, I probably would't meet him again" *dramatically exits*
It seams that drawing expressions is not as easy as I thought. I had to redrawn each AT LEAST 5 times and I still have only 2,5 finished, other 3 are still sketches (if I can call it a sketch) and I’m already tired…anyway, I needed a break from this, so I decided to distract myself and redraw (?) this picture of Jacob
It’s only a rough sketch ,but I think I’ll manage to finish it faster that expressions sheet
So yeah good night or day…whenever you’ll see this, I am going to bed cause this week was to much and I NEED a good sleep
Today i tried giving one of my friends my tumblr and he replied with "welcome to 2013".... i can't do this anymore–
I dreamed my mother killed me.
She had gotten angry because of something related with my friends, the fight grew and grew until she started screaming and throwing things, i was afraid, of course, but suddenly i started to laugh, because everything was dumb and i was tired and just wanted to sleep, that made my mom even more angry, thinking back at it, i guess this wouldn't really happen, because the cruel side would eventually come out and throwing things isn't the only thing she can do.
I dreamed it was time to go to bed and i was just miserable, but i hadn't cried, just like she would've wanted. After a comment cruel enough, a scream loud enough, a thing throwned strong enough, i lost my sanity, i guess.
I went inside the kitchen and grabbed a knife, i walked up to her and saw confusion in her eyes, with a bit of defiance, maybe; but the knife wasn't for her, i shoved it into her hands and pointed it to my wrist, i said: "You made me, you have the right to destroy me, ¿aren't you tired? Everything can be alright if you move, just a little", and she did, scarlet cascades started falling out of my wrist; seeing this she got alarmed, too late, i just told her: "If you already killed me then let me die in peace, i deserve at least that".
As i was climbing up the stairs, i woke up from my dream, my throat ached but i didn't cry, i just wished that is hadn't been a dream, so a wouldn't have to worry about everything i do, because one misstep and her laugh becomes sharp as a knife, ready to draw blood.
Wouldn't it be a perfect solution? Wouldn't she finally calm down if she threw the punch, if the drew blood? I don't know, i'm tired.
okay but what if i tell you i really like watching you read under the sun or in the rain or all curled up in warm duvet in dark winters by the fire or on a train ride back home? what if i tell you i enjoy watching your eyebrows do their little dance when the author throws another plot twist at your face or the way you bite your lips because you really can't wait to know everything about that one character who really is the hero but isn't given enough credit? what if i tell you i see you when you try to hide behind your smile? what if i tell you it's a privilege to love you?
HELLO?!?
I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE SWEET BUT THIS MF-
Here’s something new I’m trying. AMONG US COMIC! This is the first page of my new comic “A Ship of Imposters”! I’m really excited to be working on them! I have no clue what I’m doing but am willing to figure it out.
Yee
,and I cannot stress this enough, haw.
Hey everybody
I kind of have a bad day
Because I felt like throwing up
And also I had a test today
It was hard
No I AM a child taking a test so I can get a decent score so I can pass my classes
*through gritted teeth* you are not a child taking a test with the purpose of getting the highest score, you are an adult trying new things and finding ways to enjoy your life, make mistakes, be a beginner, be mediocre, be where you need to be, be unlikeable, just. be.
Day 1 of making crack ship till Trump is out of office.
Grusha and Gordie
I feel like they can make it work. Melony set the date up for them.
"How did you get in my house, Qiu?"
"Hi. :3"
Can this count for my Halloween post? lol Reference photo below:
