#forget-me-not
New pfp because my style is ridiculously inconsistent (and also bc I like this digital painting :p)
Love the collective headcanon that Merlin’s favorite flowers are forget-me-nots <3
I definitely have not been taking forever to post this bc I was too lazy to add my watermark. Definitely not.
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top: screencap of a tweet by @linaowinmo
“Diamonds are formed under pressure”
And bread dough rises when you let it rest
We’re all our own things. What’s motivating to you may be crippling to others.
bottom: screencap of a tumblr post by kingscrown666
There’s an old saying (I think it’s Russian): the same voiling water that softens the potato will harden the egg
disgruntledinametallicatshirt:
you know what actually pisses me off? when I finally start to feel a smidge of confidence in my writing ability and then some JERK POSTS A SINGLE LINE FROM A TERRY PRATCHETT NOVEL AND IT’S BETTER THAN ANYTHING I WILL EVER WRITE NO MATTER HOW MANY MILLENNIA I SPEND TRYING!
Terry was a professional writer from the age of 17. He worked as a journalist which meant that he had to learn to research, write and edit his own work very quickly or else he’d lose his job.
He was 23 when his first novel was published. After six years of writing professionally every single day. The Carpet People was a lovely novel, from a lovely writer, but almost all of Terry’s iconic truth bomb lines come from Discworld.
The Colour of Magic, the first ever Discworld novel was published in 1983. Terry was 35 years old. He had been writing professionally for 18 years. His career was old enough to vote, get married and drink. We now know that at 35 he was, tragically, over half way through his life. And do you know what us devoted, adoring Discworld fans say about The Colour of Magic? “Don’t start with Colour of Magic.”
It is the only reading order rule we ever give people. Because it’s not that great. Don’t get me wrong, very good book, although I’ll be honest I’ve never been able to finish it, but it’s nowhere near his later stuff. Compare it to Guards Guards, The Fifth Elephant, the utterly iconic Nightwatch and it pales in comparison because even after nearly 20 years of writing, half a lifetime of loving books and storytelling Terry was still learning.
He was a man with a wonderful natural talent, yes. But more importantly he worked and worked and worked to be a better writer. He was writing up until days before he died. He spent 49 years learning and growing as a writer, taking so much joy in storytelling that not even Alzheimer’s could steal it from him. He wouldn’t want that joy stolen from you too.
Terry was a wonderful, kind, compassionate, genius of a writer. And all of this was in spite of many many people telling him he wasn’t good enough. At the age of five his headmaster told him that he would never amount to anything. He died a knight of the realm and one of the most beloved writers ever to have lived in a country with a vast and rich literary tradition. He wouldn’t let anyone tell him that he wasn’t good enough. And he wouldn’t want you to think you aren’t good enough. He especially wouldn’t want to be the reason why you think you aren’t good enough.
You’re not Terry Pratchett.
You are you.
And Terry would love that.
I only ever had a chance to talk to Terry Pratchett once, and that was in an autograph line. I’d bought a copy of The Carpet People, which was his very first book, and he looked at it with a faint air of concern. “You realise that I wrote that when I was very young,” he said, in warning.
“Yes,” I said. “But I like seeing how authors grow.”
He brightened and reached for his pen. “That’s all right then,” he said, and signed.
“I am so afraid of disappointing the people I love, I often forget that I am someone I love too. And I need kindness just as much as I believe the people I love do.”—Nikita Gill
Last night I finally found some poems that save my life a little bit
They were written by the Brazilian catholic archbishop Hélder Câmara, and very religious and spiritual in a beautiful way.
I think some people’s religion calls them to live in a state of compassion and wonder that I find to be very profound
I don’t know what I think about faith anymore but I think this guy understood something.
“Do not condemn us to be alone when together. Allow us to be together when alone.”
Happy Memories
Watercolor on Birch Panel
2022, 11"x 14"
Yellow Daisies and Forget Me Nots
Snufkin with his little Moomintroll
The flowers are gardenias (white) and forget-me-nots (blue) cause they mean secret love and true love, respectively :D they have more interpretations but those are the meanings that i chose cause i thought it fits well with their relationship dynamic <3
moomintroll has a version of this one with snufkin here:
my babie is growing :o
(ps. his name is bartholomew ;)
This is the most artistic thing i’ve done since middle school, i hope ya’ll like it