BULLET JOURNALING 

Dean: I wasn’t that drunk last night!

Castiel: You were flirting with Sam.

Dean: So? He’s my boyfriend.

Castiel: You asked him if he was single and then you cried because he said he wasn’t.

ALRIGHT YOU LITTLE SHITS I’VE MADE YOUR SKIN SOFT AND YOUR LIPS RED AS BLOOD NOW IT’S TIME FOR SOME FINE ASS HOME FURNISHINGS CUZ YOU’RE ABOUT TO LEARN HOW TO MAKE

MUTHA

FUCKIN

STRING

BALLS

FIRST THINGS FIRST YOU NEED A BALLOON. IF YOU’RE BASIC LIKE ME YOU CAN USE NORMAL BALLOONS OR IF YOU WANT YOUR BALLS TO BE AS ROUND AS THE SOULS YOU HARVEST THEN GET SOME PUNCHING BALLOONS LIKE THIS

NOW THE FOLLOWING STEP IS OPTIONAL AND BY OPTIONAL I MEAN JUST DO IT LIKE A NIKE SHOE. GET SOME VASELINE AND SMEAR A THIN LAYER ALL OVER YOUR BALLOON I KNOW IT’S GOOEY GET OVER IT WEAR GLOVES IF YOU MUST OK NOW YOU NEED SOME STRING I LIKE THIS KIND

YOU CAN USE COTTON STRING OR YARN OR HEMP WHATEVER YOU LIKE YOU CAN GET IT IN COOL COLORS OR JUST PLAIN ASS WHITE

DID I MENTION YOU SHOULD HAVE PUT DOWN NEWSPAPER OR SOMETHING BECAUSE THIS SHIT COULD GET MESSY? YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO FIGURE THESE THINGS OUT. NOW THIS NEXT PART YOU CAN TOTALLY BUST OUT THOSE GLOVES AND I WONT EVEN JUDGE CUZ DAMN I HAVE MORE GLITTER ON MY FINGERNAILS THAN A DRAG QUEEN GET YOURSELF SOME MOD PODGE

I USED THE KIND WITH GLITTER OR YOU CAN USE ELMERS GLUE I GUESS IF YOU REALLY HAVE TO OR WHATEVER KIND OF CRAFT GLUE OR DECOUPAGE YOU LIKE TO USE. YOU CAN MIX IN GLITTER IF YOU WANT TO. NOW GET YOUR STRING AND CUT OFF HOW MUCH YOU THINK YOU WANT TO USE AND LAY IT ON A PAPER PLATE. NOW SOAK THE STRING IN MOD PODGE LIKE THE STRING IS A WHITE T-SHIRT AND THE MOD PODGE IS WATER.

NOW TIE THE STRING TO THE BALLOONS NECK LEAVING ABOUT A FOOT OF EXTRA STRING THEN WRAP IT AROUND UNTIL IT LOOKS LIKE A PIECE OF FUCKING ART AWWW YEAH YOU’RE SO GOOD AT ART NOW ALL THAT’S LEFT TO DO IS TIE IT SOMEWHERE TO DRY, TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS, AND CATAPULT INTO BED AND WAIT FOR TOMORROW

IS IT TOMORROW YET I SURE HOPE SO NOW THE NEXT STEP IS VERY IMPORTANT TAKE YOUR FINGERS AND WORK THE BALLOON AWAY FROM THE STRING BECUASE OTHERWISE IT WILL GET ALL CRUSHY LIKE THIS WHEN YOU POP THE BALLOON 

SO JUST GET YOUR FINGERS IN THERE AND UNSTICK THE STRING FROM THE BALLOON THEN SNIP A HOLE IN THE BALLOONS NECK AND CAREFULLY LET THE AIR OUT AS YOU KEEP WORKING THE STRING OFF

NOW SLAM DUNK THAT BALLOON IN THE TRASH YOU HAVE YOURSELF ONE HELL OF A STRING BALL NOT REALLY YOUR FIRST ONE PROBABLY WONT LOOK THAT AMAZING BUT DAMN YOU MADE IT AND YOU’RE A FUCKING ALL STAR GET YOUR GAME ON GO PLAY

NOW YOU CAN MAKE A BUNCH AND STRING FAIRY LIGHTS THROUGH THEM OR JUST HANG THEM AS DECORATIVES TRY YSING DIFFERENT COLOR STRING OR EVEN STRIPS OF LACE THE WORLD IS YOUR STRING BALL CLASS DISMISSED MOTHERFUCKERS

He was born a warrior

with shrapnel freckles and poison green eyes

One of million, sent to fight an unbeatable behemoth

Every other soldier kept a picture- a pretty woman in pigtails, a house made of carved sycamore- but this one had only an amulet

He wears it over his chest like it'll stop a bullet

and keeps a knife under his pillow

He barely speaks, sleeps, eats,

and the only thing the others could get from him is that he's waiting for a brother to come home

In the meantime, he fights like his life has no worth

fights like there's someone out there who's does

There's salt in his pockets

and he runs through fire like it should fear him

There's no rain in the desert

but the soldier speaks of California storms

Rumors whisper heartbreak but the man's only ever spoken one word

Sam

That's not the one they carve on his gravestone

apfelgranate:

Sam stands on his tiptoes until you lift him up, his arms tight around your shoulders.

I’ve gotten a lot of questions about what settings I use, how I color, and how I draw dicks. I may address the third question some other time, lol. But for the others, I made up this quick tutorial.

I AM SORRY FOR MY HANDWRITING. The only thing I don’t like about Paint Tool Sai is that it doesn’t...

Picnic by KamiDiox

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.” ― Gilda Radner

어젠가..모바일로 올리다가 장렬히 실패하여 다시 올려보는.

Nostalgia

i miss writing poetry. 

i haven’t done it in a while. 

     i fear that I have forgot how. 

i can still pick up pens, put lines together in cacophonous rage, and hate every moment. 

     the words no longer come to me in dreams, 

          or spill from my lips like a cracked music box. 

i fear that i have become like a bird, accustomed to the silence of a cage, and lost the memory of song.

i can no longer write of fear in any form the assuages it. it swallows me whole, and i think 

     ‘no art is free of suffering‘

TILT YOUR SCREEN BACK AND CRY.