I do not understand why I still feel certain things, even though my connection to the Elysium was already cut off. Yet, here I am. Still feeling like these lyrics speak to me. Blood is quiet at the moment, though I do not know how long that will last. I have absolutely no idea who I am trying to convey my message to at the moment…
I play the trading card game, Cardfight!!! Vanguard. How about you?
It was from a prompt that was to write a poem titled “quiet laughter”
Content warning: drawings of skeletons and nudity, mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts, and death.
I finally have time to do a long overdue review of this beautiful artbook by Haenuli Shin that I have mentioned before~ I am not allowed to scan or share any of the pages inside, but I will do my best to translate the beauty of this into words.
Scared of rejection, fear of hatred, turmoil of craziness. Should I have sent the message or should I have not. I do not want to leave my house right now but I have to for class. But should I just skip? Did I step too far out of the line? Should I just stay in my corner, hoping no one would try to drag me out? But I am a jester. I must bring pleasure and joy to others, even with a frown underneath my mask. It is all in the day’s work of faking it until you make it, even if I will never make it to the end.
Happy St. Patrick’s day everyone! I will not be drinking but I recommend everyone to drink safely. I am tired so I will be leaving the picture.