- f.k.q
I wish writing stained you the way art does: fingertips gray with charcoal, bright paint splattered against a face, wet clay drying on skin. To be looked at and to be thought of an artist.
Sometimes I look at these hands and imagine ink dripping down my nails, my palms, my wrists. Onto the floor. Black blood and the type of visual beauty that doesn’t exist yet, and maybe never will.
This world is filled with receivers
If the world ever decides to give you
Then give it back a little more
And if the world ever gives you less
Then never stop giving it back
Because the world has less of givers
negative space
tumblr users love reading. you literally stopped for this post just because it has words in it
does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
if you've never engaged with a creative art on a regular basis you need to understand that it requires concerted effort to get into "the groove" to make something and every second that it takes to get into that groove causes physical pain, but the only thing worse than doing it is not doing it.
Writers deserve to be paid.
Netflix is a major holdout in paying writers fair wages.
Take a break from Netflix and tell them why you’re leaving.
who are you when you are not watching tv or movies? when you aren't playing video games or reading a book or fanfiction or listening to music or whatever other kind of media that you engage with? who are you when your mind isn't in another world or story, when you are forced to sit with yourself and the only experience you have is your own sensorial life? can you define yourself outside of what you consume? who is that person? do you like them? can you bear it? can you bear it?
Happy International Women's Day, ladies!! Hope you have a nice day today <3