#past and present

[userhangmanpage]

Then ➝ Now

[michaelscorneroftheinternet]

"Pathetic Evolution"

I like thinking of how his past self would think of him now-

[spidertroupeart]

Magma is really fun

[onceuponalegendbg]

This scene broke my heart. Lenore comforting her younger self, reaching beyond time and death to give her the hug she desperately needed in that moment.

It doesn’t change anything. This didn’t actually happen, but this is for our Lenore more than anything. She’s saying this to herself, because she can only comfort others, protect others. It’s what she does.

[pratchettquotes]

Mort thought that history was thrashing around like a steel hawser with the tension off, twanging backwards and forwards across reality in great destructive sweeps.

History isn't like that. History unravels gently, like an old sweater. It has been patched and darned so many times, reknitted to suit different people, shoved in a box under the sink of censorship to be cut up for the dusters of propaganda, yet it always--eventually--manages to spring back into its old familiar shape. History has a habit of changing the people who think they're changing it. History always has a few tricks up its frayed sleeve. It's been around a long time.

Terry Pratchett, Mort

[a-spade-card]

Reminiscing.

[ordinaryoffensivemagic]

[x] [x]

[gothicseverance]

The inherent instability of the Gothic genre makes it ideal for ‘borrow[ing] the fables and nightmares of a past age’.

—The Dark Circle

Art by @plantt-pal 🖤

[awyanno]

Drawing all of my old minecraft interests in the way I always imagined lmao. One series at a time

I got reminded of Newscapepro's series Violet Moon and so I went back down the rabbit hole of his minecraft roleplays. Then I find out he deleted all of it :/ it makes sense why he did it but I miss the good ones.

[mnetn]

robert ♥️🏎

édit que j'ai fini ya peu de temps, que j'ai mis 4 mois à faire et dont je suis plutôt fière, mais ce n'est rien par rapport à la victoire à laquelle j'ai pu assister ce week-end au circuit !

c'est le travail d'une équipe, c'est le travail de pilotes, ingénieurs, mécaniciens ect...je suis TELLEMENT contente pour robert et sa team, ça fait bizarre de dire ça mais je suis tellement fière de lui et de tout ce qu'il a accompli, qu'avec ferrari en wec il ait pu atteindre les sommets qu'il n'a jamais pu atteindre en 2012...bref jme suis dit que de mix des images d'archives (parfois mega profondes) avec mother cain bah c'était une duo gagnant !

cette photo résonne tellement dans ma tête aaawww

@faisonsunreve j'ai vu que t'as republié un post sur la victoire de ferrari et kubica ou c'est moi qui est bigleuse ??? bref si c'est bien le cas SLAY

faudrait que je poste plus d'edits de f1 que j'ai fait tiens...

[aimazero]

I always think about how, before Dottore was this cunning monster, he was a kid that was chased out by everyone until he saw himself as a monster.

[timetravelsong]

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦?

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡?

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭?

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

[spinnenpfote6]

Our boy really got a glow up ever since he last talked to his girl

I mean look at his fancy suit

(Not that I don't like his funky teenage 70s clothes)

[oceancentury]

The past, the present and the future.

[grape-jucie-dog]

Nostalgia

I look down at you, and I see you.

So small. So fragile. So innocent.

You look back up at me, with that all-too-familiar childlike wonder.

We’ve always been too curious for our own good. Nosy, as our parents may say.

You show me an old toy. A stuffed bunny that we’ve had since infanthood.

You give me a toothy grin, and all at once I feel these feelings rush back to me.

I pull you in for a hug, wrapping my arms protectively around you.

You seem confused, but I know all too much.

How I wish I can protect you from the person you’ll become.

How I wish we could’ve kept that childlike innocence forever.

You want to grow up so badly, to be free from the cages of childhood.

But I want nothing more than to keep you away from the horrors of growing up.

(Yap session under the cut)

This was something I wrote for my creative writing class. The assignment was to write something with the themes of Nostalgia and Reminiscing. I chose to go with my personal views on the feeling itself.

In the artwork, you can see present day me holding onto a much younger version of myself. I purposely used two different brushes to show the difference between me as a child back then, and me now.

The child was drawn with a thick, smooth brush, and the lineart is roughly an eggplant purple. Her hair, while still wild, isn't exactly messy. The background of different colors is a representation of their child-like innocence. Noticably, there's no eye bags underneath her eyes. Not because of a perfect sleep schedule 💀 I never had that even when I was a child. The lack of eyebags represents more so her mentality, and how innocent she is to the world still. Same with the stars and shine in her eyes. She's curious about the world, eyes literally filled with wonder. She doesn't understand why her older counterpart is hugging her, because she's unaware of the horrors of the real world.

Older me is much different. The brush I chose for them is rough, and it's messy, with the lineart nearly black. Their hair is noticeably much more messed up than the child. There's a dark aura surrounding them, a completely different contrast to the colorful background to make them stand out. There's no shine in their eyes anymore, replaced instead with an X, heavy bags settling underneath. They're tired, so so tired. They've seen so much, and yet so little at the same time. Their mentality is barely hanging in there anymore. They wish things could be simpler again, no longer wanting to learn about the world. They've seen how cruel it is, how cruel people are. They've become overly anxious, exhausted, maybe even bitter.They hug the child because they don't want her to become what they are.

Nostalgia to me has always felt bittersweet. I love looking back on the good memories, thinking back to a time when things were much simpler, and I could be free. But it also makes me angry and bitter, because it's something deep down I feel I'm never going to feel again. I get envious of my past self for being happy in such an unforgiving world, for being so open to making mistakes about everything when I can barely forgive myself for the stupidest and smallest things.