I’ve been wondering why if Ganon can be reborn as a Gerudo, Zelda and Link can’t also be! Or be born as any other race in Hyrule, for that matter. (I know, I know, Zelda has “Hyrule Royal Family Lineage” going on, but what’s Link’s excuse??)
This whole “trust Tumblr blindly” thing is eventually going to kill someone, as I became pointedly aware of on one occasion I was making fun of how poorly a particular bleach-based drain declogger was working on my sink and got a chorus of really dangerously misinformed people telling me to pour vinegar in after it because all cute little cool kid diy home care blogs they’re following talk about vinegar like it it’s the big secret the cleaning companies don’t want you to know.
And I cringed knowing that someday, some Well Actually expert who read a blog article once is going to give that advice to someone who unfortunately didn’t take high school chemistry and isn’t aware that MIXING VINEGAR AND BLEACH MAKES CHLORINE GAS.
Except for the first one - that I decided to post in a single canvas now -, here are some new sketches of Auror!Potter that I did - because I’m still inspired and when I’m inspired, I can’t stop. Dark and angst, just how I like him. This time, full body and sillhouettes too.
Sometimes, I’ll just be going about my day and it’s just an average Tuesday and then sometimes – this feeling hits me out of nowhere.
This super heavy feeling in my chest that makes me feel like I can’t breathe sometimes.
And sometimes, when that feeling hits me, it feels like you’re with me and I can breathe again.
And in that moment, I will laugh because I remember something funny you did or how easily and unconditionally you made me feel love – especially today, in a world that doesn’t seem to love easily. A world that doesn’t seem to love at all.
And somehow, even if just in that moment, it seems like I’ll be okay again.
Maybe not today.
Someday I’ll be okay again.
The world around us may have changed, but we haven’t.
And then sometimes, I remember you’re gone… but then, I’ll remember your smile.
Estamos cansados. Somos un hermoso país que lo han llevado a la ruina. Antes la gente venía a nuestro país por el cálido clima, las hermosas playas ¡incluso el Salto Ángel! (que todos conocen por Up). Y ahora todos se van. Ya sea por el aeropuerto o un ataúd tres metro bajo tierra. Me duele mi país. Me duele ver que mis amigos se van porque saben que su futuro aquí ya no vale nada. Me duele ver como los niños/adultos/jóvenes se mueren a diario porque no hay insumos suficientes para todos. Me duele que no puedo salir a una disco o a casa de un amigo, incluso a caminar de noche porque corro el riesgo de ser asesinada sólo por un celular. Me duele ver que los chamos están dejando su vida por nosotros en la calle protestando mientras que a muchos no les importa. Me duele ver niños toooodos los días comiendo de la basura porque sus padres no tienen para llevarle ni un pedacito de pan a ellos o lo peor sus padres no pudieron conseguir alimentos porque nos hay NADA en este país. Se lo han robado todo que hasta el miedo se nos lo llevaron. Yo se que algún día te recuperaremos, mi amada Venezuela. Se que pronto todos volverán y lloraremos de alegría porque volveremos a ser un país hermoso, seguro y alegre. Pronto mi Venezuela. Pronto serás nuestra otra vez ¡QUE VIVA VENEZUELA NOJODA!
PD: Necesitamos que estas fotos den la vuelta al mundo para que sepan lo que sufre nuestro país. Por favor, ayúdanos a que todos sepan por lo que estamos atravesando, se nuestro granito de arena, de verdad necesitamos que el mundo vea la crisis que estamos atravesando los venezolanos. Por favor… Les prometemos que no les tomará mucho tiempo
We are tired. We are a beautiful country that have brought it to ruin. Before, people came to our country because of the warm weather, the beautiful beaches, even the Angel Falls! (Which everyone knows about Up, the movie). And now they all go. Either by the airport or a coffin three meters underground. My country hurts. It hurts to see my friends leave because they know that their future here is not worth anything. It hurts me to see how children / adults / young people die every day because there are not enough medical supplies for everyone. It hurts me that I can not go out to a disco or to a friend’s house, even walking at night because I run the risk of being killed only by a cell phone. It pains me to see that young people are leaving their lives for us on the street protesting while many do not care. It hurts me to see children every day eating from the garbage because their parents do not have to take a piece of bread to them or worse their parents could not get food because there is NOTHING in this country. They have stolen everything that even the fear took away. I know that someday we will recover, my beloved Venezuela. I know that soon all will return and we will cry of joy because we will be a beautiful, safe and happy country again. Soon my Venezuela. Soon you will be ours again! LIVE VENEZUELA NOJODA!
PS: We need these photos to go around the world so they know what our country suffers. Please, help us all know what we are going through, it is our bit, we really need the world to see the crisis that we are going through the Venezuelans. Please … We promise you it will not take too long.
don’t have anyone to tell me I have stars in my eyes, galaxies in my mind.
I don’t have anyone to tell me I am pretty when the sunlight kisses my skin, or how breathtaking I look talking about the things I love, or how I have the ability to envelope people with my love so completely.
I know all these things, I’ve known them since the beginning of time.
I know I am beautiful, and my personality is cheerful and explosive.
I know that I am smart and can rule the world someday.
I am a whole, complete entity, and I don’t need any boy to tell me any different.
I am done wasting my life away chasing behind boys who will never love me back, boys who will never care as much as me, I am tired of half assed romance and all those almost relationships.
I know, someday, I’ll meet someone who can coexist at the same wavelength as me, and even if I won’t ever meet him, I will be happy.
I am happy because although the sun doesn’t always kiss my cheeks like it does to the girl you are chasing, but I swear the wind dances with me when I am excited.
I am happy because my voice is like the sound of a nearby stream, gushing,steady, omnipresent and undeniably distinct, and although my voice isn’t pretty or husky, its steady, which is all that helps me to stop crying in front of other people.
I am happy because although I don’t have any fingers to lace mine through, and although I have no lips to kiss, my hands have created enough stories to last me eons and my lips have uttered the most bizarre, kind and truthful enigmas which I have learnt to be proud of.
I am happy because although I have no one to wake up next to at one am, I have the knowledge that I am awake, happy and so utterly alive to hear the thunder and catch a glimpse of the lightning outside my window.
I am happy that I can write pages and pages about an event that would possibly be deemed insignificant and fleeting by some, but somehow manages to be platinum for me.
I am happy that I am making something of myself. I am happy that ten years later, I will have a job and a degree to show for the past ten years, instead of stories of high school I keep bringing up.
I am happy because I have finally realised I am enough and so much more, I am overflowing, I am alive, I am breathing and I am more than enough, in fact I am so enough, that very few people are able to handle me, and for them I am forever and always grateful.
I am happy because I realised that I am complete, I am not a jigsaw missing the final piece, I am not searching for my other half, I am whole, whole, whole.
For all those girls who feel they aren’t enough, realise you are whole, you are not enough but more than enough.
You are wanted, you are valid, and you are absolutely breathtaking, and no boy, no matter how pretty his brown eyes are, can tell you any different.
Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel? Will I dance for You, Jesus? Or in awe of You, be still? Will I stand in Your presence? Or to my knees, will I fall? Will I sing ‘Hallelujah!’, will I be able to speak at all?