I'm not sure I can actually fully express how much I love libraries. No matter how long I might go without being in one, they are always there when I need them. Nothing is safer to me than rows of books in a community building. I don't remember lots of my childhood, but I remember what it felt like to stand in my school's library and feel like it was so much larger than it actually was. I remember almost every day after high school I wouldn't be picked up for a while, so I would walk to the public library right next door. I'd sit there for hours, on the floor, picking through whatever was nearby. I volunteered there. I used it to read books my family wouldn't allow me to touch. Even now, as an adult, when I feel unsafe I go to the library. I'll spend all day there, reading, drawing, just sitting. No one wants anything from you for being there. You can just sit and be and it's warm and safe and fun.
“Percy Jackson is a POWERFUL demigod. FORBIDDEN even. he is a DanGEr and a menace”
Percy, the moment he sees the Oracle: *worst voice crack imaginable* h i
did u know: according to scientists, in October the mitochondria turns into the frightochondria and becomes the haunted house of the cell
*I drew this picture for a fan convention to celebrate the 3rd anniversary of FGO Nemo's implementation.
Work process & Idea sketch
purgatory is not a circle in hell, it is a thermodynamics lab where the water refuses to boil and the gas-flask is leaking and the temperature won’t stabilize
I put vodka in my jiuce againa nd now I'm dixxy. Tryping is so hard I'm supposed to write some wandering star tody. Why doI never learn.
the love when you say you are full but your mom serves a little bit more food on your plate, the love when you compliment a classmate that you don't interact with much and their eyes light up, the love when someone has drawn you or written you some poems but are too shy to show them to you, the love when you wake up too early and everything's quite and only the birds have begun to sing, the love when a loved one hugs you and doesn't let go, the love when someone says that they're proud of you, the love when you accidentally brush the arm of that special someone and both of you blush, the love when you give a stranger a smile on the bus, on the train, on the subway, and they smile back, the love when you remember a cherished but long forgotten memory, the love when someone buys you a leather-back copy to write in because they remembered you are a poet, the love when you feed a street dog once and then they wag their tail every time they see you, the love when you give some food or money to a homeless person and their eyes say nothing but gratitude. that kind of love? the world really depends on it.
Why I think tumblr is superior than any other media, you ask? Well a minute I'm reading about a really heart touching essay about discrimination and the next second I am reading about how mosquitoes are gay.
the hunger games films tore out the books teeth. like it does the series such a disservice when it stands for nothing, says nothing, passes no judgement.. katniss speaks so plainly in the books about what she thinks of the capital. of what they do to her and her family and the districts. of the different worlds she witnesses as she’s straddled between 12 and the capital.. she calls it barbaric. she calls it disgusting and wrong and horrifying, over and over, and the films were like how do we market this teen romance.
A moment of peace and quiet before everything went looney tunes
"it doesn't matter. I have books, new books, and I can bear anything as long as there are books."
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