#Repost @ayannamichele ✨
I wasn’t born deaf. I was born hearing; although I don’t remember being able to hear at all. I’ve been having hearing problems since I was a child. My mother just thought I was mischievous and I didn’t like to listen. Until they found out I actually couldn’t hear. I ended up wearing a hearing aid in my left ear & remained completely deaf in my right ear. Ever since I was 6 years old. Regardless of my disability I’ve always excelled in school & amongst my peers. My doctors use to tell me… one day you’re gonna go completely deaf. I am in my 20’s now & I actually went completely deaf this year (2017). My doctor gave me an option; I could choose to go through a long process of surgery; which would give me an attempt to at least have a percentage of hearing or remain completely deaf. -
No, no need.
I’m gonna do my thing… the world will adjust OR not.
i got back into town yesterday, but took the rest of the day off because I was tired ok. had missed the original plane, and had to take a new one and ALL THAT FUN JAZZ so I didn’t really… feel motivated to jump back into work immediately. BUT TODAY!!!!! TODAY I DID ALL THIS!!!!!!
And then I ran out of fabric for the 2nd Rick’s hands. /slow tear runs down face
It was like BARELY not enough fabric too. Ah. I ended up wasting what scraps I had left trying to make the hands works. e_e I should have just done them manually even tho the automatic ones look better, I would have still had fabric for them. BUT OH WELL ITS TOO LATE NOW.
I’ve never walked out of a movie in my life and I’m so fascinated by people who have. Then again I’ve fallen asleep in movies like multiple times which is perhaps a colder move
friend, no, you have wildly misinterpreted the stupidity at work in this particular situation.
i saw arrival. i loved arrival. i left the theater at the end of arrival, a film with a definite Twist, with said Twist having sailed right over my head because i had latched on to an alternate explanation and believed it to the exclusion of all evidence to the contrary.
and girls were so pretty. there was the effortless girls who had the wide eyes, the freckles, the hair pulled back. who didn’t wear makeup and always wore a smile, who knew you needed help before you asked it; the sunshine and picnic girls, who you felt carried spring with them. and the mountaintop girls, strong bodies and fierce in their bones, drinking green tea and teaching you yoga, who watched you and made sure you ate well, who knew what it was to fight for a body that listened. and the soft heather girls who knew nature and spoke gently and would show you how to hear the light hitting a lake, who would listen no matter how long the story was and somehow know what to say. and the girls who were red moons, a dangerous flash of teeth and darkness, an excited wildness that came in black leather and spoke of nights you ache when you remember, who would look at you and pin you to a board for a moment, so that for once you felt important. and the summertime girls, wide smiles and makeup that never smudged, who could make you feel as if you lived inside a photograph, who brought the feeling of the fourth of july to every party, who convinced you to come to the party. and of course the rain girls, who didn’t need an explanation, but simply were, in a way that when you made eye contact with them you knew somehow about sorrow and also about the safety of staying home.
and girls. girls in their sweatpants in the aisle of a supermarket looking lost. girls staring down their teacher, demanding the grade they deserve. girls with their hands on the wheel, with their hands passing lotion to another, with their hands in their hair. girls upside down on the couch and spine straight in business meetings and body curled around a book. girls who were upended libraries, who were railroads, who were a choir’s last note, who were carols, who were snow, who were a racing track, who glowed or who gave warmth or else sewed cold, who bit hard, who laughed loud, who fell asleep on trains, who rode bikes in rain.
Apparently today is a day for Keith feels. I’m still not particularly comfortable drawing his face or hair consistently, but I suppose that means I just have to draw a lot more Keiths - what a shame ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ