Rest in peace Cruzeiro Seixas (1920-2020)
No grass here
You have been visited by Knah’lehn, devourer of worlds.
Planet earth is going to be eaten, unless you reblog with “No grass here” in the next 30 seconds.
Amazing, I could watch it all day.
islamophobes are shook
Write. Write every day until your head is empty and your demons are quiet.
Art is hard, writing especially. You shouldn’t wait for inspiration to hit you, you should sharpen your blades, ready the guns, and hunt the damn thing down. Pin it to the page, and hold it there until it stops struggling. Go outside looking for it, talk to someone random on the bus about their coat, call a friend and ask them what the weirdest experience of their life involving the colour blue is. Hunt inspiration, do not let it hunt you.
reblog if you love being autistic, love people who are autistic, or want to punch every ableist jerk in the mouth.
“Such is the nature of Love, it makes Poets and villains of us all.”
-My journal
Every ghost story is the translation of trauma. Every heartbreak can produce ghosts, as every first kiss can create romance.
Ha!
To delight in the joy of others is the hallmark of the lonely spirit.