Thoughts Of Mine - Blog Posts
I tried to use Clip Studio Paint for the first time with my cousin' tablet.
At first I cursed a lot bc I didn't understand how to use the app but the feeling that gives it to me was the thing that made me connected to the app. After using it for some time, I really like it but I wish app'd be free😔
I'll start other artworks that I promised Im gonna draw🫡
One thing I refuse to do, is force anyone to see my worth. I don't do that. I do not even try to make them see it. You either see it or you don't. But I'll know, from how they treat and handle me. And will then act accordingly. I will remove myself from situations where I'm treated like I am less than.
'Teach people how to treat you' and all but some treatment is just inhumane. You don't have to teach someone to recognize your inherent worth as a human being, as a person. On top of which they can recognize your worth and treat you even better but no- people just be acting clueless or entitled or as complete a** wipes.
~SM.
today, i realized i am drowning.
i am drowning and i can't breathe. its all dark and too much. i am choking and coughing. but. the catch is, i tried to scream. i screamed till my throat bleed. but when i saw them laughing, i realized how it didn't matter. how i never mattered. my screams , my cry for help never mattered. they knew. they fucking knew but they shut me out.
They left me here. in the dark. to drown in blood.
when life reveals her wounds and broken soul,
help her heal
for she has suffered too much
in the name of love.
torn apart.
forever you say,
but not till the end, right ?
Remember me I used to Hate you Remember me I used to Play along to Stupid scripts You write to Kill me off They came true
-s’s.
everyday is a beautiful lamplight peaking into a darkened forest
Filling up forgotten chambers,
I hear, I see, I left it too soon
take off and leave white hazy plumes
Air’s been kissed with an infectious blue
-s’s.
everything I've done keeps me up at night, walking through the gallery hallways of my mind
-s's.
I seem paranormal to you. it only hurts on days when I see your friends come passing by and I will talk like everything is alright but nothing good really comes out then it happens and their petty words turn to fable, all of the rumors that I heard come true a day or two later
-s's.