Author has written 3 stories for Shaman King, and Katekyo Hitman Reborn!.
“I’m not crazy.
My reality is just different than yours.”
I feel like a cloud sometimes.
I just float in and out of peoples lives, never wanting to leave an impact.
Sometimes returning but never staying for long. So is my nature, and so is the life I chose, plus I mean clouds can fly so that’s good.
don't know how I really feel about being a cloud?
“People are gonna tell you
who you are your whole life
You just gotta punch back and say,
“No, this is who I am”
You want people to look at you differently? Make them! You want to change things,
you’re gonna have to go out there and change them yourself, because there are no fairy godmothers in this world.
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting on the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door.
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, and the lamplight over him streaming throws his shadow on the floor.
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, shall be lifted- Nevermore!
"it's only a video game" I whisper to myself as I clutch the controller and tears stream down my face
"its only a video game" I say as I throw the controller at the wall out of pure rage
"its only a video game" I whisper as I play for 9 consecutive hours
"its only a video game" I say as I stress over skipping minor details that have pr much no effect to the game itself
Mom: Go to sleep
Me: okay -goes to room-
Me: -reads fanfictions on phone all night-
Starts a new anime
Me: [sees someone with white hair]
Me: You have my sincerest condolences
God bless the doujinshi artists,
God bless the fan art artists,
God bless the fan fiction writers
“Maybe there isn’t a meaning to life. Maybe there’s just a meaning to living”
“The mind of a writer can be a terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine-addled, crippled by procrastination, and consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing and soul-crushing inadequacy. And that’s on a good day.”
“Thinking of you, wherever you are
Pains of being a writer.
Laying in bed: *constructs perfect plot*
Standing in the shower: *constructs perfect characters*
While driving: *constructs perfect setting*
Staring at blank page: “wut r werds.”
I’m a shipper, but like, that one jerk shipper who writes all the angsty tragic fanfics where they all die, that makes everyone else cry and drinks your tears while laughing at you.
Who needs a life when I have an OTP I can obsess over
El artista puede emplear múltiples técnicas, herramientas y procedimientos de creación así como dotar a sus obras de infinidad de acabados. Dependiendo de la finalidad de la obra, del estilo del artista y de sus intenciones, nos encontramos con distintos soportes, materiales y acabados que hacen que el coleccionismo de obra gráfica sea apasionante.
Art is how we decorate space; music is how we decorate time.
I love that feeling you get when you don’t remember that you’re reading. When you’re so captured by a book that you forget you’re reading the words. All you see is the descriptions and conversations that being to play out like a movie in your head. You don’t even think about it. Then before you know it, you’ve read 100 pages without realizing it. That’s probably the best feeling in the world.
I love you 3000
I know I am not alone in this battle of wills. It’s a struggle for a lot of creatives, new and seasoned, to push on through for their visions to be birthed. It is easy enough to get lost in the sea of other creations out there.