What frightens me most is when something is off.
The surreal realisation that something isn't quite right. The subtle, creeping thought. A chair in the wrong place. Plates in the wrong cupboard. My face in the mirror changed slightly. Not even noticing at first. A shadow that is too long or too short. Finding friends behaving oddly. Not knowing why. A person with eyes that are too far apart. The man without arms. The woman with no legs. The veteren with his skull caved in. Wrong. Incorrect. Abberant. The curtain moving without a breeze, the stain you remember washing out. The conversations that never happend. The glimpse of 'this-is-not-rig
The rugged man held aloft the scroll, glancing at the girls bleeding on the ground he sneered. "Kiddies oughtn't be here, too tough fer weaklings. Run on home an' don't be comin' back." Limping away dark blood dripped from his shaved scalp, his taut skeletal leg.
"Wait, I need that scroll." He stopped.
"Look healer, I worked five years ta git this far. Ya think askin' nice'll help you?"
"I need it." Panted the healer,"I need it to get the scholarship, I need to send money back to my family, they'll starve, please, give it back."
"I don't give a shit." He turned again. The girl staggered up, pain stabbing between her ribs like an icy dag
What frightens me most is when something is off.
The surreal realisation that something isn't quite right. The subtle, creeping thought. A chair in the wrong place. Plates in the wrong cupboard. My face in the mirror changed slightly. Not even noticing at first. A shadow that is too long or too short. Finding friends behaving oddly. Not knowing why. A person with eyes that are too far apart. The man without arms. The woman with no legs. The veteren with his skull caved in. Wrong. Incorrect. Abberant. The curtain moving without a breeze, the stain you remember washing out. The conversations that never happend. The glimpse of 'this-is-not-rig
The rugged man held aloft the scroll, glancing at the girls bleeding on the ground he sneered. "Kiddies oughtn't be here, too tough fer weaklings. Run on home an' don't be comin' back." Limping away dark blood dripped from his shaved scalp, his taut skeletal leg.
"Wait, I need that scroll." He stopped.
"Look healer, I worked five years ta git this far. Ya think askin' nice'll help you?"
"I need it." Panted the healer,"I need it to get the scholarship, I need to send money back to my family, they'll starve, please, give it back."
"I don't give a shit." He turned again. The girl staggered up, pain stabbing between her ribs like an icy dag
I'm 22 now (wow look at all this punctuation i was a proper grammar nut wasnt i). I like sailing and lazing about and massively long comment threads.
best at; drawing in pencil, writing(best at? more like in your face FANTASTIC), daydreaming (a dream is a wish your heart makes) worst at; finishing things (yeah still true)
Current Residence: England, land of the mystical (atlantis now ha) Favourite genre of music: eclectic (might as well have said 'anything really') Favourite style of art: At this point I don't even care (i still dont)
its a slow process working through dWatch messages why the everlasting fuck is dA so laggy im furious and all these dicking ads and redirects to shitty games i want to strangle something what a huge pain im srsly gonna unwatch half these people
now i remember why i got so into tumblr just took an hour to go through 100 this is bullshit
has it really been two whole years jumping jackrabbits its been waaaaaay too long... can i put pictures here can i put stuff from my gif folder here what
yeah after the crippling depression i moved to tumblr pretty much exclusively i mean i still have the depression but ive got pills now its awesome how stable i am and stuff and FUCK ME IF I DONT MISS SOME PEOPLE HERE all those conversations and immense threads like enough threads to make a mackoff expensive set of bedsheets AND FUCK ME 4000 MESSAGES SHIT and all that maturing ive done goddamn idek where to begin
So I just deleted about 400 messages in my inbox. So many Young Justice, Avengers and ponies. Jegus. What even is that? And homestuck updated so looking forward to slogging through the inevitable flood, especially after what happend to Tumblr, three hours and people already had a shit tonne of smut fanart (Pornart? Fansmut?) up there. It will be worse than the Calliope mess last month.
Okay, it's still really awkward to be posting here again after so long lurking. Lvl 20. Lurkmaster, achievement get: Imitate the dead.
Been redecorating my room and major changes to the garden, you know backbreaking work. Aaaaaaaand not much else.