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_Raven_

fun fact of the day:

i used to have the biggest degrading kink until miguel. i now have a praise kink too 😁

I know what gets me.

All the people, who think everything is okay. They flock like pigeons to the man on city’s bench, sprinkling seeds on the ground–they act like vultures, trying to get the most kernels, never questioning anything, at all. And the man on the bench? He just stares–eyes glazed over, smiling.

And so, when you asked “what unsettles me?” That does.

Also, what happens to the people, who see through the facade, like it’s a polished-glass window?  What happens to them? They start to withdraw from it. That’s what. And they just hope so hard their spark doesn’t go out. So, they look fervently for the other matches, to keep the fire going. 

And then you asked me when I began to feel this way. As if it were my fault I can see through that window.

So, I thought, “Hey, listen Mister, I just wanted to know where it all went wrong.” And then, I looked at Hope & said, “C’mon, let’s go, I need to find someone who gets us. Maybe someone will understand–if I write-it-out.”

So, I hope you understand this.

I need somebody to understand this.

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...Follow me on Instagram

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Oh, how do I tell you that it's always been you even before you came and long after you're gone?

~ My first "Meet the Artist"

here for IG post

I spent months battling a monster commonly referred to as "art block".

It was a really horrible feeling: I had millions of ideas in my head, some I think were even good, but every time I tried to get comfortable in front of my computer or even in front of a sheet of paper I couldn't give life to anything that made me say "oh, wow. I'm really happy with this!". Many people often underestimate the difficulty of an illustrator, an artist, to bring out their ideas and make them visually appealing.

Unfortunately it happens that an artist is tired, too busy or stressed and obviously this has a heavy influence on his artistic vein. For this, I would just like to remind with this post, to all those who have a block right now, that even if months may go by, eventually creativity will find a way to regain its spaces...

and then I would like to thank all the people who wrote to me privately here on Tumblr too, to ask me why I hadn't been active in a long time. You have been very kind and I will remember so much affection 🧡

Mad with boop power! I felt inspired.

A begrudging Happy Valentine's to you all! Stay safe out there, my fellow aromantics ...

what my notifs look like currently

did you know there's a day-by-day timeline of the plot in the dungeon meshi adventurer's bible and TODAY is when it all kicks off

happy falin gets eaten and the gang starts eatin' day :)

Fri, April 26 th

- STEM workshop

- Drank a lemonade

- Talked to my homeroom teacher about random stuff and she gave me future suggestions and I think I did good. (Told me about volenteer opportunities and DECA)

- Fucked up a HOSA workshop registration

- Had a clean streak of 2 weeks

- Called/Attempted to call my mom for hours (yes my mother leaves me on read/heard)

- All caught up

BTW... PSA.... even if we arent mutuals if youre in my notes regularly theres a Very high chance i am still fond of you. yes im vaguing someones tags on the compliment the person u rbed this from post. but like. positive vaguing? THE POINT IS im weird abt following ppl but IM STILL SENDING U FOND VIBES...

Każdy samotnik, choćby się zaklinał, że tak nie jest, pozostanie samotny nie dlatego, że lubi, ale dlatego, że próbował stać się częścią świata, ale nie mógł, bo doznawał ciągłych rozczarowań ze strony ludzi. - Jodi Picoult, Bez mojej zgody

Fotos randoms tomadas con el celular

My love has always been passed on, no exceptions. It makes me wonder how many times love was offered to me and I passed on it. If karma is real and I'm starting to believe it is, knowing that the pain I go through is only a replica of the pain I inflicted justifies the hurt just enough to make it bearable. There is no way of knowing whether I will love again in this intensity because I don't seem to have it in me anymore. And it breaks my heart even more to know that maybe someone has felt this way and I have just shrugged it off because I didn't consider their feelings as important as mine. Perspective keeps changing and yet it always is the right one to keep in that moment. Funny how it works, isn't it?

Happy April Fools Day