Kíli & Tauriel + body language

I don’t know why we all hang on to something when we know we’re better off letting go. It’s like we’re scared to lose what we don’t even really have. Some of us say we’d rather have that something than absolutely nothing, but the truth is, when you let it all go something better will come along.

I wish the world wasn’t so cruel and heartless. I wish not giving a fuck didn’t become a world wide trend. I wish people spoke with kindness and knew what it meant to be genuine. I wish social media didn’t take so many lives and ruin so much confidence. I wish money didn’t feed the rich and I wish the poor had a voice somebody cared about. I wish the world would wake up and do something about racism rather than speak on trending topics they know nothing about. I wish knowledge was as popular as followers. I wish Tupac was still alive, to inspire the ghettos’ I wish Martin was here to motivate the youth. I wish things were so different that I’m so consumed in my world wind of “what if’s”.

The Strays

Hubcaps & ashtrays
I was born
But wasn’t raised
The big wheel
The black space
Tried my best
But wasn’t praised

Hell is so close to heaven
Hell is so close to heaven

Hold on don’t look back
You know we’re better, we’re better than that
Lost and thrown away
You know we’re better, we’re better than that
We are the strays
We are the strays

The train tracks
To the stage
Played that role
The one you made
The long nights
To the worst days
Lived it all
But I didn’t break

Hell is so close to heaven
Hell is so close to heaven

Hold on don’t look back
You know we’re better, we’re better than that
Lost and thrown away
You know we’re better, we’re better than that
We are the strays
We are the strays

My whole life they said I’d be nothing
But I’m something
I would rather be the stray
Than be nothing to no one at all

Hubcaps and ashtrays
I was born but wasn’t raised

Hold on don’t look back
You know we’re better, we’re better than that
Lost and thrown away
You know we’re better, we’re better than that
We are the strays
We are the strays


Week 19: Raizou’s New Year Resolution

I’ve been so busy this past week, I wasn’t able to find any time to complete this, so I hope just the line art is ok.
I headcanon that there was a point where Raizou and Raichi were legitimately homeless. Not for very long, maybe only a few months. Raichi barely recalls it while the experience was seared onto Raizou’s brain forever. Every new years eve he vows that this year will be better than the last. 

Document: Nothing

Once again I have nothing. 
I have piled my belongings in one big heap and bet it all in Rudyard’s game of pitch-and-toss, and which is more, I have spoken nothing of the sort to the document that has held all of this information so delicately, so serenely, so indelibly in the ground. The Nothing Document lies under a makeshift gravestone in a cemetery of second cousins nicknames, old pet collars and lifted leashes, muscadine vines that bring out the leeches (in us all). The makeshift graveyard that holds my love; that piece of true self that I try to keep hidden under cool, moist earth. If we can keep some part underground maybe one day some lucky soul will dig it up and then whT?
They think to themselves as the sinking feeling sets in, “how incredibly sad”;
And then upon later reflection, “living so much, he never really lived” says they heads shaking in perfect unison to the beat on the cassette tape they found buried in the yard.

In need of nothing,
But want of everything,
I see, I see so clearly myself;
Today I make for myself no excuse,
But I make for myself a way to walk,
And to live and to love and to thrive,
And to do good,
And to be well.
Today I make myself.

My document is dead and buried
Until it is unearthed and touched - now it’s alive!
Daniel’s document is alive too
It is visceral, it breathes and moves and touches me so as to prod this dormant body into action;
If action is all I do well, so be it,
And so be the life that follows today, and this moment,
And right now.

But why bother making a universe if it’s going to slip away from you, the way Eurydice slipped from the grasp of Orpheus? Wouldn’t you want to have some quasi-divine power over how your creation unfolded, some way of monitoring it and making sure the creatures that evolved therein turned out well?

At first I imagined that the creator might be able to send information into the new universe—to teach its creatures how to behave, to help them discover what the laws of nature are, and so forth. Then I started thinking. The inflation theory says that a baby universe blows up like a balloon in the tiniest fraction of a second. Suppose the creator tried to write something on the surface of the balloon, like “PLEASE REMEMBER THAT I MADE YOU.” The inflationary expansion would make this message exponentially huge. The creatures in the new universe, living in a tiny corner of the letter, would never be able to read the whole message.

—  Jim Holt, Why Does the World Exist?: An Existential Detective Story

DISCLAIMER: Watch the video with the sound off as it was intended.

Fuck. Lou Reed is dead. 

It would be no exaggeration to say that this man was one of my heroes. His life work affected me in such a way that when I first heard “The Velvet Underground & Nico,” my life was changed forever. 

Everyone who loves Rock & Roll probably has an “& Nico” story. Everyone knows the banana. It is clearly one of the seminal albums in musical history. And whoever said it (It’s still disputed if Eno ever said it), but whoever said it was right: “maybe only 30,000 people bought that record when it came out, but they all started bands." 

Because that is the influence that this band has. 

And the shocking thing was, like an Earthquake, the effects were almost immediate. Bands got more daring and dissonant. Alex Chilton tried his hand at "Femme Fatale,” less than 10 years after the initial release (which may be the first VU cover?)

This Lou Reed put out “Transformer” too. That one has “Walk On the Wild Side.” You know, the one where he talks about “giving head,” but they still play it on the radio. 

He released “Metal Machine Music,” mostly famous for not being what most people consider music. 

What the fuck else do you say about Lou Reed? What can you say that will not have been said a million times today?

In the wake of his death, Lou Reed will be remembered as a genius. And rightfully so. He will be remembered as the man who wrote “Heroin,” and died from Liver Disease. 

He will be remembered strung out and thin. 

And old and wrinkled, standing next to Metallica, playing the weirdest fucking, well, whatever “Lulu” is. And Lou could get away with it.


Fuck you, that’s how. 

He broke all the rules, while making the rule-makers look like the criminals. He set “The Raven” to music.

I am at a loss for any meaningful words that wouldn’t be another summation of his career or just another personal story. 

So watch the video above. Sound off. (It’s a shitty song anyway). 

Watch that video, and think of all the fucking happiness this man has imparted through his art.

Think of “Sunday Morning” and “Rock & Roll." 

Because you’re sad and those things make you happy. 

I know, I’m sad too.