Anon from the deepest of my hearts I apologize. This was all I could get done because stupid Tumblr won’t save and make me lose all progress. I really did finish it but it just got deleted because Tumblr couldn’t save it. I’m sorry, contact me through dm and we can discuss something to make it up, if you want I could even put up a show for you but please forgive me
I’ve been MIA for a few weeks now and haven’t posted AT ALL, so thank you so much if you’ve still stuck around. I haveee been working on something though, and that’s a long af (3 min?) amv, which is taking me FOREVER to do because I’m a perfectionist. It’s not that great obviously, as I’m just a beginner and I use iMovie, so I am limited, but I’m pretty proud of it so far. It’ll probably be a few more weeks until I post it, as I’m busy with college and stuff, but please look forward to it :). This is a little sneak peek for you guys ;)
Is there a Sister in the House ? Luckily we have one… With all the controversial sinning that just “May” and I say “just may “ be going on here, we need a lady of god for quick forgiveness.
Wheeeeee, One Piece doodles. They’re kinda crap (shhh, I’m in the middle of an artblock right now don’t judge)
Kuhuhuhu~
Anyway, the first one is sort of a headcanon of mine, that Law is pretty good at sewing (duh he’s a doctor). This more of less came up because I was staring at the Heart Pirates’ clothes and was wonder how the hell they get clothes with the insignia… er, Jolly Roger, pardon me, on it. They can’t have a custom tailor somewhere out there on some random island yeah?
Then it came to me, “Law must do all the sewing late at night” I thought. And there we have it. *is proud of self*
And Mihawk is just there… because he is…. I dunno.
And today I want to apologize to myself. Apologize for giving up too early, for hating my skin when it was protecting me. Apologize for starving myself when my body was dying. Apologize for falling off the wagon constantly. I want to apologize for every single pain i put my body through. Apologize for making it feel as if it wasn’t worthy enough for me because it is and always will be. And today may not be the day I will want to return to it with everything within me. But I want to let it know that I’m coming back to it slowly by slowly. And I want to thank it for accepting me.
“And I did not realize how hard it is to forget you. Forget the friendship we had, the memories we shared. The laughter that rang through the dark nights and sunny mornings. The promises we made to stay together forever. But I guess I was justthe sea for you, while you were my anchor.”
- g.d (best friend break ups hurt more than anything)
I’m staring to feel the need of cuts, craving the sight of my own blood as a punishment. The things that helped me before, are not working anymore.
I often catch myself degrading my whole being, like as I am an outsider. The memories he made me suffer through are not fading at all, as the doctor has said they will.
Everything is useless. I’m staring to think If It’s worth staying alive or not at all. This is not the usual kind of post, this is much longer and deeper this time.
I’m counting the days I should stay alive but my pen is getting useless day by day. My body feels like It’s rotting with every breath I take and every movement gets me closer to the edge.
His hands made wounds that will never heal, but get nastier and nastier everytime I see them. I wish I never wore a skirt. Especially not that day.
I’m begging for the world to end me in any way. Give me the sweet release of this lie, this false reality. I don’t want to live like this no more.
I’m waiting for the lovely day of my death, the freedom from this suffering. Heaven or Hell doesn’t exist. Hell surely don’t. There’s no worse place than Earth itself.
The sour taste the pills, lefr on my tounge never faided since that day.
