i want every creator that doesn’t have a circle of friends to help spread their work to know i’m rooting for you.
i know you’re too shy reach out, you’re too busy to make the connections, you just want to share your hard work, you want your work to stand on its own without politics and favoritism to sway opinions.
i also know you feel really alone most days.
try to remember your work is valid. it is good. it is worthy.
please don’t stop.
they might have “popularity” but you have something far more important: talent, skill, passion, and beauty. the truly gifted creators were never recognized during their time. the popular ones are all but forgotten now.
I’ve been a lil MIA. Currently in a lack-of-inspiration rut. Trying to think of ideas what to do next, where to improve, what moves to make, nd what to cut outta my life. At the end of the day, if it aint puttin cash into my pocket or buildin anything genuine, consider it snipped. I gotta keep kickin myself in the ass to remember what I’m doin and who I’m doin it for. Stay motivated ya’ll at the end of the day u gotta getcho bread up nd keep pushin for urself. Period.
From the moment you saw him in that red coat, you wanted him to fuck your brains out. You didn’t ask him to but over the course of the Kings of Leon concert, you hinted at it very subtly. A stroke of a hand, a kiss on an ear, a whisper on a tongue. Throughout the night, you always had your hand on him somewhere; his hand, his shoulder, his waist, his chest, his face. And no-one could blame you. Because Harry Styles was one fine-looking man who just happened to be yours.
The band was amazing and you had a great time, despite staring at your boyfriend for over half of the concert. There was a moment about 50 minutes into the concert when you said that you needed to go to the toilet; Harry being protective of you asked Glenne to go with you. Everyone thought you just needed to do your business but no. Your plan was sneaky. Glenne waited outside for you very patiently while you locked yourself in one of the cubicles. It took all of five seconds to pull your panties down your legs and over the hook of your heels. The air shot up in between your legs and you closed your mouth to stop yourself from squeaking. You straightened out your dress, stuffed your panties into your clutch and went back out to join Glenne.
You returned with her midway through a song and Harry was having a blast, drinking and singing along. Your arm automatically went around his waist and he smiled down at her, wrapping his free arm around you. From his touch, the heat in between your legs began to grow immediately. You couldn’t help it, you were turned on by him basically 100% of the time.
“Are you OK, baby? You look flushed. You hot?” He said in your ear over the loud music. Well, in truth, you were hot. It was stuffy with all the lights and the people but the reason you were flushed was clear to you. You leaned up on your heels and pressed your lips to his ear.
“Yes, because I have no panties on.”
Harry stiffened from your words and his arm tightened around your waist, sending a flash of desire into your folds. You didn’t care if people were taking pictures of you two. You wanted to show him affection and he felt the same way so nothing stopped either of you. Your lips came together with his in a searing kiss, which matched the song Sex On Fire. It was always hard for you to control yourself when Harry was kissing you as his kisses were beyond the feeling of incredible. They were like fire or like a spring breeze. Soft and hot. Perfection. You clutched the lapel of his coat with your free hand, sighing into the kiss.
“Harry, everyone can see you.” Jeff said from behind him.
“Oh, sod off.” Harry scoffed and kissed you again, wetting your lips tenderly. When he pulled back, you saw the look of lust in his sparkling green eyes, shining in the dark.
“Where are they?”
“Where are what?” You asked.
“Don’t act all innocent. Give them to me.”
You gulped. How the fuck am I going to give him my panties without anyone seeing them?! He gestured for you to come closer so you did, so close that your chests were touching. You bit your lip and opened your clutch a little bit, quickly fishing out the lacy material. Fortunately, they were black so they weren’t very noticeable. Harry tucked your panties into one of the pockets on the inside of his coat, turning back to the band as if nothing happened.
“Am I going to get them back?” I asked.
“If you’re a good girl.” Was his response. And for the rest of the concert, the panties were never brought up in conversation.
Zac : I feel really accomplished and thankful for them bringing me back in the band, and also the stage of my life to even care about that, because when I was younger I was just kinda like ‘cool I play drums’, and I’m a kid, I want to get fat and eat pizza and I did that and I accomplished that really well…
Zane : Let’s get fat together one day my friend.
Zac : Oh man, I’m back in the band, so it’s just a matter of time.
rivers ‘til i reach you || a playlist for early morning breeze and long drives through the woods.
so may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten (l i s t e n)
i. holland road - mumford & sons ii. animal tracks - mountain man iii. the girl - city and colour iv. goodbye england (covered in snow) - laura marling v. rivers and roads - the head and the heart vi. flowers in your hair - the lumineers vii. marshmallow unicorn - rachel sermanni viii. lonely handed - emily and the woods ix. kathy’s song - simon & garfunkel x. dirty paws - of monsters and men xi. gypsy - suzanne vega xii. upward over the mountain - iron and wine xiii. fire - jesse thomas xiv. an interlude - the decemberists xv. gale song - the lumineers xvi. dancing barefoot - first aid kit xvii. king of spain - the tallest man on earth xviii. road - nick drake xix. part one - band of horses xx. wishing well - the oh hellos xxi. our own pretty ways - first aid kit xxii. down in the valley - the head and the heart xxiii. halcyon - the paper kites xxiv. digging shelters - neil halstead xxv. woman king - iron and wine