#ineverdo

[elsewence]

ARTFIGHT 202O IS OVER!!! THANK YOU TO ALL THE PEOPLE THAT ATTACKED ME THIS YEAR!!! *highfives!* I’m so tired… I spent all morning linking charas to the people the belong to only for it all to crash ^^; (I dont think insta was made to handle so many @’s xD) Soooooo If you want to know who’s charas belong to who go to here https://www.artfight.net/Elsewence *hugzzzzz* #artfight #artfight202p #digitalart #characterdesign #doodle #imnotnormal #blue #sketchbook #autodesksketchbook #ididntgiveup #artfightteamsugar #sugar #teamsugar #attack #somuchart #didntgetenoughsleep #ineverdo

[lopojo]

#ineverdo #sundaycoffee #cupofjoe #hitmeeasyplease #leanercreamer #caffienepowersactivated #illycoffee #onecanneverhavetoomuchcoffee #IKR #coffeeunderstands #caffieneismyfriend #fellowshipofthebean (at Burbank, California)

[thepushopinion]

My #famalay 💚💛❤️ . . . I know I shouldn't have forced #Crane to literally be friends with my friends, forced her to take trips with me, and I know that I definitely shouldn't force #mysister to take #familyphotos with me and #myseed but she's the #jordynwoods to my #kyliejenner and like I always tell her #youcantditchmeboo #ihatewhenherlifegetsintheway #whereyouthinkyouregoing #ohyouhaveplans #withoutme #ineverdo #butokay #myfeelingsarenthurt #doyouboo #ilied #ditchthem #letsplaybattleship 😁 #HandsomeHani #auntycrane #myloves #dimples #matchymatchy . . . 📸: @curtistrentphotography 💄: me obvi (at Allard Hall) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs2OwVZnLIZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1s5q8snwhn1le

[hotknitting]

Beyond pleased with the knitting students at my workshop today. One of them even experimented earlier this week and knit me a swatch of beautiful stitches I need to try! #stitchingandbitching #knitting #knitstagram #instaknit #swatchyourknitting #ordont #ineverdo

[virginiaicaro]

I meant nothing.

[h0pelesslyromantic]

Just sitting here on tumblr, thinking about how wonderful it'd be if you were here too

[thirstymercury]

I can still taste the warmth of corpses rolling over. I don’t want to feel. Stage setMy mother was waiting for me this time,Though still stuck scripted another hallway runway I remember she was smiling and finally static.I can’t remember how long ago it was that she told me that my ankle cracks were like gunshots firing,but now it is my turn to run and the finished line is closer than it ever was. Her eyes, my eyes,always the sameThey’re now set and matched to my solo,sung to a green metronome,Maybe it sounded like a lullably.My blood, her wrinkles,finally eroding flat. I can crawl this terrain. Or maybe I am carried through ongrave veins. TributariesThey make the grade by coursing, And I scrape by summit bound though Tethered tithing to tubes, clinging to basecamp.I’ve always accepted “:Marionette”. But this time the strings feeding me my life lines are plunged too deep.They’re understudied.That night my hero called out sick againThe archenemy filed in, My favorite roll, An encore?I slip into suit still coldAnd if there is a director thought me casted out of casket they must have missed my rage left to linger undercover backstage.Must have thought the ashes dimmed anddismissed them with the new numbers on the dressing room wait for the levels. then the ascent.(dream ended) (fast forward)Acting out, Biting back, I rose writhing Burning red as the lights started flashing giving away the endingsnipped the supportsUnhinged the achors,Clawed again at the flesh, draining blood faster than it could refill. effortlessscreaming?singing? "WE’RE GOING HOME MOMMY! WE’RE GOING HOME!" (unheard thankfully-they'd tired by then. a comatose child isn't much for entertainment)the villainous limbs fit easier every time and yet again they still failed to ruin me quick enoughCamera’s rolling caught in the act. . /Paused/. I think I only saw in mirages during the drought days before, but I know this scene soaked an ocean.Fast footsteps danced in synch to restore the beatAnd once more I was forced floating a twice sunk ship saved by another blue captain. To the crew I think I was driftwood.They rebound the breakage in my boughs and bow out brows furrowed.But I missed my cue this timeStayed surfaced center-stage,the crowd leftI wavered too long bobbing in the blacknessI know the last time the curtain fell on opening night, I was laughing like something out of movie.I know this time the velvet's fog was just as dark and my mouth was open.I think must have been screamingAnd maybe they had already pumped my mask out of me, or maybe the poison had thinned enough to film out of infant lens cracks, Either way my pillow soaked throughEither way my eyes always stayed closed.I am my motherMy adrenaline costume is on backwards.I am a the child.No one gets savedToday I don’t have any sheets on my bed- my pillow is still wet. My mattress is a blue lifeboat.Dreams like scenes alway end Who will I be in the credits?Will the ache of waking be all I know of coming back to life?All this timeI never heard a thing.

[space-life-continuum]

Good god. Anxiety is such a fucking battle between your brain over-rationalising and over thinking, and your hearts desire. Its like you are trying to do a reality check on your own ambitions and you are angry at yourself for bursting your own bubble at the same time as being upset about the burst bubble itself. Then you start to get scared and nervous about this dream of yours that you have just broken in your own head, which you need to now replace with something more rational because now if you leave the void, you're scared of growing up a nobody! And humans are finite. What happens when they leave? Then you have nothing, now you have lost your ambitions dreams and aspirations AND now you have nobody emotionally retreat to either. And all the while, time's running out, for fuck sake you realise you're already 20! People out there achieving dreams, goals and aspirations at 17 or at least by this stage they've got a game plan on the way as well... But you have nothing and you end up in limbo. The one place you promised yourself you would never end up. And that you would never break that promise because you're not like people you know who have made the same one but failed. But you are. You're just like them now. No way out watch everyone else make it and become the laughing stock of your very subconscious that drew you to tare your own dreams apart in the first place.

[basslinekagamine-moved-blog]

SHTI IT'S SUNDAY

bring on the sexiness