Imperfect, if not, anew.
"draw for yourself, not for the Notes"
but that’s unfair…
I don’t wanna be “manga”. And I don’t wanna be “comics”.
I’d love to be “alternative” but there again it would just be me following the path of somebody else.
I wanna do my stuff, I wanna have my very own style.
mes vêtements préféré
today’s topic: I would like to/I wonder how it feels to have someone close enough in real life that I can ask to take photos of my favorite outfit like they do on TV then we would laugh loudly in the street and go drink a soda at Macdonald…
Inspired by my over-relaxed-stylish-hype-cool colleague at the parliament :)
"what about "skinbeaaam!""
"yeah okay, skinbeam is a "okay" kinda super hero name"
Ni le temps, ni l’envi.
Drowning, as life goes up.
je me noie dans ma tristesse,
comme certains dans l’alcool.
Dans ma mémoire, illusoire et défectueuse.
Mythomane, souvent aliénée.
j’y saute, y batifole,
j’y sombre. y baisse les bras.
Je voudrais juste m’allonger par terre.
et ne plus jamais me relever.
nombreux sont les amis médiocres,
qui tombent de ce toît sociétale,
oû ne pas être a la hauteur,
fais de ton meilleur amis,
une figure rivale.
Anthëmeïyos et L’Obsidienne Primale.
I made it more “rebblogable" as suggested by you guys :)
Les chemins de vignes
That’s okay. I mean, I know.
I know, you’re busy loving someone else right now.
I’m not creeping. I’m not watching you, beind a tree.
I won’t wait for you. I can’t wait for you.
You see, I’m busy loving someone else as well.
I mean, pretending won’t kill me.
I guess that’s how it is,
our hearts on parallel cords,
we won’t ever be each other’s lover.
3 ans derrière moi
Well, today’s post is a bit special…
Today my blog has 3 years old. I remember where I was 3 years ago.
What I was up to back then. Who I was at that time.
3 years ago, I was a general piece of shit. I was despair, filled with an insane, broken ego. Feeding disgusting dreams and betrayal penchants.
3 years ago, I was exactly the person I was designed to be. from the Start. I thought that I had to be that person. I thought that it was okay. that it was who I was and that ineluctably, I would fail to be a better person.
so I crawled in it all, In that filth. In that miasma that I was laying all arround me. In that toxic environment, that dark and high tower, that kept me prisonner, away from anything better.
And then, an afternoon being bored to death, and thinking myself super -edgy I joined tumblr, merely by accident.
days passed by… weeks… months.
I did never had friends before. not even one. The way I considered people was relative to what they can do for me. Or if I enjoyed being arround them, then I would make them hate me so that I could remain lonely, and do it all over again. Everybody I ever known, back then, gave up on me, because I deserved somehow to be given up on.
I was lost. I was left to become the worse version of me. And I feel like I was rescued. I found my home, in Tumblr. I felt safe enough to talk here, to breath here. to open up and make my first friends ever.
I’m not saying, that I’m so good now and that it’s okay for ever. But I’m saying that every time I feel like being the old me, I can ever turn to those people and tell them that’s today, I’m not okay.
I can always find support and acceptation within them, thorugh my writings, through my drawings, through messaging them.
so, for the 3rd birthday of whatever this might be,
I would like to thank My friends, here. And anybody that has ever been kind to me arround this place. Cause I’m not the easiest person to be kind with, that I know.
I am truely grateful. I was shown that I don’t have to be a monster forever. I can also be a person. that’s what I learnt here.
And that worthed it. it all.
Merci pour ces 3 dernières années, espéreront que beaucoup soient à venir.
Remember that day when Satsuki Kiryūin Actually crucified her own mother because she didn’t like what she was wearing?
yep, she took tough love to a whole new level.
They said being in love was the best thing in life.
They said everyone should experience it, even once.
They said tons of thing about the way we were supposed to feel.
But they never said how it would feel like,
To kill your lover.
Every time I try myself to pixel art, I think about Alexa…
She is one of my first follower and always been very kind to me.
So I decided to call this one,
Radiloniel et la vanité des tri-cornus.
"I exist, only because you do.
I became, because you summoned.
I devoured, because you did too.”
Okay so…I litterally woke up with…20 more followers today!
I guess it did happend over-night but…how?
*liquifies in tears of joy*
ps: unknowncreativityy YOUR NEW THEME PREVENTS ME FROM SENDING NOTES TO YOU, but i’m really glad you liked the present! I hope next week, you’ll spend more time being happy n_n