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Rise by MS 

A little doodle I ended up making into a bit more and a lot larger of a doodle, and then somehow ended up getting lined. It’s not completed but it’s something…

Rise by MS 

A little doodle I ended up making into a bit more and a lot larger of a doodle, and then somehow ended up getting lined. It’s not completed but it’s something…

shamelessly-living whispered: Did you design the Mandala compass? If so, could I use it for a tattoo I'm getting in a few weeks?

I did indeed! I’d be totally cool with that as long as you send me pictures because that would be the most absolutely wonderful thing in the entire world :)

3 weeks ago / 27-6 / 0 notes

mostlyfiction:

And you have to be
a goddamn fool to believe
that I would really be happier
without you being here with me.

“At dinner she asked why I write such sad poems. And I told her, ‘my poems are not sad, they are masochistic.’ My poems like a good choking, a good spanking. They want to be bound and gagged and told what to do. There is a pleasure that my poems derive from being under such control; from having trauma recalled and then stripped of its agency.”
— Christopher Soto (aka Loma), “Resisting Tropes: On Poetry, Masochism, & Domestic Violence,” published on VIDA’s website (via bostonpoetryslam)
“I do better with meditation when I don’t let my expectations get in the way. I used to worry that I wasn’t breathing in the right way, and I’d get anxious and pulled out of the meditation. I eventually figured out that just paying attention to my breath is enough. Similarly, with immersive reading, I’m open to whatever the experience will be. I just pay attention and the language reveals itself. I used to think that meditation meant emptying my mind, but I learned that the mind is designed to think, and I can’t stop it from doing its job. Meditation is more about just paying attention to the thoughts than trying to grab up the positive ones and banish the negative ones. I think immersive reading is like that.”
— from Reading as a Kind of Meditation by Jessica Tripler (via bookriot)
A little something to start off my new sketch book and to get back in the swing of things. Also a possible elbow piece!! {x}

A little something to start off my new sketch book and to get back in the swing of things. Also a possible elbow piece!! {x}

mostlyfiction:

I didn’t say goodbye
because I didn’t want it
all to stop in that moment.
And you deserve more than
two syllables when it finally
comes to the end.

“I hope
you never
regret me.”
— 5:00 p.m. (Please don’t ever think of me as a mistake)
Felt kinda nice the other day so I snapped this picture and made some art. Posting soon!!

Felt kinda nice the other day so I snapped this picture and made some art. Posting soon!!

mavorz:

Quilting (not at work) like the 80 year old woman I am. #notsorry #quilting #quilt (at my fortress of shame)

mavorz:

Quilting (not at work) like the 80 year old woman I am. #notsorry #quilting #quilt (at my fortress of shame)

I am tired of digging up memories and carrying out the
skeletons from my closet, only to show my hurt and pain
and fears to the people who will not love me back in ten years.

I loved everyone and everything and I gave it all away.
I dug my ribs out of my chest and gave them to my grandparents.
I cracked my knuckles and removed my fingers to give to my friend, whose hands had grown weak from loving too hard.
I coughed up my spine and gave it to my lover when he confessed he had grown too weary to ever stand straight again.
I gave my lungs to my uncle when he complained about needing a breath of fresh air.

I loved everyone and everything and they
all left when they realized I was not enough.
but I am calloused and tired and empty.
What does it mean to love if it never lasts?
What does it mean to stand for something, if it
just breaks me in the end?

there must be a metaphor in the way a hurricane
came and blew over every tree in my yard,
the same year you promised you’d never leave.
There must be some kind of way to make this into poetry
and not just bloody heartache and ravenous longing for
something that is solid, something that is permanent,
someone that digs their hands into my chest and does not
want to leave.

but this is not beautiful,
this is not romantic -
this is just a beggar on her knees,
shouting into the void,
“WHY HAS NO ONE EVER TRULY LOVED ME?”
and hearing nothing in response.

Amanda Helm, The Ache of Being Forgotten, The Pain that Comes with Leaving  (via amandaspoetry)

mostlyfiction:

I grew tired of
beating myself up
trying to get you
to love me.
When you were
finally in my presence,
all of the words
you swore you meant
became cold, and the
love that I thought
we had, had turned
as toxic as your
distant affections.

Quilt (1) First Edition - Unfinished {x}

So this is a kinda cool thing I’ve been working on a lot lately. Aside from spending most of my time at actual work, I’ve been doing a lot of sewing lately and this has been one of my projects!
All the larger colourful squares are hand dyed by myself and the little framing outlining squares were cut and printed by myself also. Completely sewn by myself, this is a picture without the black border I’ve put on it, though it’s not completely finished because I have yet to put on a back to it.
Hoping to put it up in my room soon!

Quilt (1) First Edition - Unfinished {x}

So this is a kinda cool thing I’ve been working on a lot lately. Aside from spending most of my time at actual work, I’ve been doing a lot of sewing lately and this has been one of my projects!

All the larger colourful squares are hand dyed by myself and the little framing outlining squares were cut and printed by myself also. Completely sewn by myself, this is a picture without the black border I’ve put on it, though it’s not completely finished because I have yet to put on a back to it.

Hoping to put it up in my room soon!

“For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.”
n.t. (via fawnesia)

I’ll be back to posting more as soon as i finish a few big sewing projects I have going at the moment but as soon as I’m done that I’m working on my t-shirt line so lots of drafts to post! Not to mention my frustrated journal excerpts!