Because I’d rather do this than study for midterms, here I am putting my face on the internet again!! A recent one and two old ones cause I kinda miss my long hair :’)
Thank you for the tags: @darlinggyu@prodizi@dokyuml@jshuahong@jcshuahong and @hoshsi sorry for being kinda late for some of ya!!
Mon-El was added to Supergirl this season, and he is unique among the main/supporting characters for a number of reasons. The first, and most obvious, was that he grew to adulthood on another planet, and the audience is seeing his character adapt not only to learning of his planet’s fate but also to living in a whole new planet.
Under the cut for length. Seriously - this is long and rambling.
Supergirl spoilers through 02x13 “Mr. & Mrs. Mxyzptlk.”
Today was so so tough and sad. I am tired of being strong.
I am by no means giving up on anything. I am anything if not tough, a small diamond of toughness in what a heart I aim to keep soft. But I’m tired of being strong. It implies an obstacle, pain. And like, I know that there’s always something somewhere that’s blowing up for someone. So my concerns feel small.
I make a lot of jokes about me crying a lot. Because I really do get weepy at the drop of a hat, any hat! But generally speaking you’re never going to see me breakdown and really really cry ferociously. It takes a lot for me to expose myself that way. It feels…well my kind of weeping lacks a certain propriety.
But lately I’ve been crying pretty heavily when I’m alone. The shower is an ideal locale. Just for a few minutes and then I pull it together drink some water and listen to music and walk back out into the world.
i fall to pieces in secret. I don’t know how to talk about. I don’t know what to say for myself.
I feel like my art doesn’t matter.
And I just feel so terribly alone. Not that I don’t have friends. I do. And I love them so much. I can pour kindness into those hearts forever. I just feel…alone. Or like, I want something to comfort me but I don’t know what possible could.
I just keep praying for something or someone to just hold these things for me for a little bit. I want to fall in someone’s arms and I want deliverance.
I know no feeling lasts forever. And I know I’m fine.
I keep reminding myself of that old lyric from The National:
“baby we’ll be fine/ all we gotta do is be brave and be kind.”