"the belief the world can be made better by human effort"
Melissa
Finished a piece I started in January, but have been reflecting back to a lot. I don’t like the brush I used, but it came out better than I expected.
I haven’t been active here, but I wanted to post this, and I didn’t feel comfortable on platforms I’m more active on now because I don’t want people to be worried.
I feel like I’ve been through a lot this year so far, but I don’t feel like I’ve felt comfortable to disclose it to out loud, and I’ve been keeping it in for a long time. I’ve put out bits and pieces here and there to various people, and I’m thankful and grateful to them for lending their ears and shoulders.
I am fine, just very emotional, and it’s probably the birth control pushing on a mood swing, but I feel like I need to let it out somewhere without being too much of a downer.
when someone talks about their plans for the future for 5 seconds and i realise everyone around me has a rough idea where their life is going whilst im kind of just floating in the space-time continuum with no discernible goals or ambition
What riding the bus will do to you is give you an unbeatable power stance
If standing in the middle of a crowded bus going 70mph with no available handholds while also cradling a cup of coffee and a heavy backpack can’t knock me over then you certainly can’t
some of you have never spent 100 years frozen in an iceberg while the world you were responsible for protecting fell to war and it shows
some of you have never been painfully disfigured by your own father at the tender age of 14 in response to an simple misstep and it shows
some of you were never forced to invent metalbending as your only escape from a hostage situation and it shows
some of you have never lost your first love when she gave up her physical form to become the spirit of the moon and it shows
some of you have never confronted the man that murdered your mother by turning the rain above him into ice daggers only to give up your pursuit for vengeance out of pity and self-love and it shows
some of you have never been raised to believe that you are an unloveable monster and that your enemy is your own brother rather your evil father who carefully groomed you to be his greatest weapon and it shows
some of you have never lost your entire livelihood due to a group of rowdy teenagers’ recklessness and complete disregard for the value of cabbages and it shows
yesterday for April Fool’s my workplace had a short training article on recognizing computer-generated faces from real ones and one of the tricks mentioned was “count the teeth” and I just wanted to say that it’s both ironic and kind of horrifying how society has unwittingly cycled right back to IF YE MEET A MAN ON THE ROAD, COUNT HIS FINGERS LEST YE DEAL UNKNOWING WITH A FAE
Where’s that image with the self driving car that is trapped in a salt circle made of “do not cross” symbols that its software won’t let it disobey
This one?
THE FAE ARE NOT GONE HUMANS JUST MADE THEM CYBORGS
Even after all these years, Gajeel doesn’t think he deserves happiness and considers fighting and protecting the ones he loves the only thing he’s good for. Luckily, he now has a family that reminds him there’s so much left to enjoy about life.
