Finally Getting Back Into My Art. Been A Hot Minute I’m Not Gonna Lie🌞

this is the offical ‘i care’ symbol this is how it works: basically you reblog this and your followers know that you care and that they can message you about anything anon or not and you will reply back or at least look at there message. if you care about your followers please reblog

Some resin keyrings I have made :3

Women of the Eternal - Chapter 1: Beginnings (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/WZiVy6a5kR 

 History. It's what shapes us, makes us who we are. We learn from it, we embrace it, and without it, we are nothing. It creates destinies for those who are yet to be born, forming their lives before their first breath. However, there are those who do not wish for their history to be known so they lock it away for no one to see, and soon it becomes forgotten. This can cause the many born of that generation to lose sight of who they could truly become, creating blank sheets for the darkness to stain. Nora was one such person, born of a generation whose history was hidden away for her own safety. A history so rich in mystery, and betrayal, that one mistake, made generations before her time, could fatally impact her entire existence and the past that she didn't even know existed. Now it is time for Nora to find her family's long-forgotten, hidden secrets and face the enemies that could potentially be her very own blood.

Dozens of NYC Subway riders, fresh off a Robyn concert, singing “Dancing On My Own” while waiting for the E train. (Video by Triszh Hermogenes) 

#awesome

True #love #Jesus

I don’t really have anywhere else I can confess this and I feel bad because I’m going to therapy but I’m still so goddamn sad. But what I wanna say is that I fucking hate who I am, I feel like my friends could easily move on if I died. And it’s got a lot to do with the fact that they don’t ever message them first. SB is being so off with me and it’s fucking hurtful because we were like closer than family and I don’t know what I did wrong. If I didn’t message my friends first they likely wouldn’t message me of their own volition, the only one I think who really puts in the same effort as me is Hakuna, she’s literally the only one who puts in effort to message me first and care. I know that my friends are adults and that they do care for me and they’re busy with their lives, but I can’t remember the last time someone (one of my friends) messaged me first or asked if I was okay or told me they loved me or that things would be okay. I’m such a pathetic mess and I hate who I’ve become. I used to have such a spark in myself, I was happy and bubbly both inside and out. Now I’m just bubbly outside and a fucking broken, ugly, disgusting mess on the inside. I’m not posting this to gain sympathy or attention or whatever the fuck, I’m posting this so that if I’m alive in a year I can look back and laugh at how low my life was and be thankful that it got better. Please please get better I can’t live like this anymore I’m fucking tired.

This is incredible!

“I write because you exist.”

— Michael Faudet

Sante D’Orazio - Naomi Campbell & Stephanie Seymour (Vogue UK 1990)