nobody does internal monologues like dean does.
Photo by:Michelle Lindsell
You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.
Girl and her dragon growing up and growing old together and stuff. ( I picture dragons having very long lives so it would suck making human friends OTL ) It started as just the first pic but then I wanted to draw the dragon after it hatched and then it just continued from then on…
I am sure its by no means an original concept so I’m gonna add mine to the pile of mythical creature friendships :)
I’m having a horrible artblock so I’m just finishing up doodles I did at work over 4-5 months ago or something OTL
I broke shell in your hands, as red as a poppy;
your love was a jewel,
your hair the first and only gold
I ever hoarded.
In winter, I grew to serpentine loops
in your warm arms;
you held me like coils of priceless silk
and told me our secret name
later, we basked in the sun
by a sea so immesureably old
I forgot to notice that you, too, were ageing.
you taught me to fly with paper wings.
like a stringed kite, you were tethered
to an earth I only learned to leave
because your love bore me up
like a soaring thermal.
the first time your heart broke,
I held you close and wondered how it would feel,
when you broke mine.
years later, when your hair turned white as eggs.
I carried you
as you once carried me, your bones as fragile
as the shell I’d long outgrown -
and now you’re gone.
I cannot call you back.
I guard the earth that tethers you
and hope you’ll wait, my darling -
'till I am done.
Clocks, man. [sources]
I WANT ALL OF THESE
This is me joining the clock fandom.
we’re taking a group of people who have insider knowledge of the English language (or at least a good grasp of it) and placing them in a new, unfamiliar, virtual space. This space introduces visual aids to language in the form of photos and gifs, the ability to comment on someone else’s text in a reblog and the ability to communicate a lot of information in very few words using hashtags. We also see the creation of tone in a toneless medium. In order to simulate conversational patterns in writing we SHOUT WHEN WE’RE SUPER EXCITED or *psssst whisper when we’re pretending to tell someone a secret while perfectly aware that anyone on the internet can read what we’re saying.* slash the coolest bit tho is that u can like ironically forgo all capitalization and punctuation just write in a weird speech pattern its ok everyone will still understand maybe it even helps read the text more quickly because nothing is interrupting the flow of words
In short, this dialect results when people who already share a language are given new tools. The result isn’t a butchering of English language but a creative experiment with it. Am I claiming that the Internet as a whole is operating on a level of postmodernism that would make Joseph Heller, Kurt Vonnegut and Thomas Pynchon seem like novices? maybe i am maybe im not u punk wut of it like who r u to tell me otherwise
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