Your life is meant to be your very own creation. It’s alright is it turns out differently than your neighbour’s, for no one’s will look exactly the same. That’s why it’s called your ‘creation,’ for it’s a complete original, not a copy.
I was going to put lyrics to words fail here, but the whole song is literal gold. Anyway, it’s not my usual style of drawing, but I drew Thomas from his snap story when he sang Words fail from deh. It was amazing! Also, this was going to be watercolored but, quick tip, never rush watercolors before swimming because it won’t turn out well. Luckily I take progress shots of my work!! Anyway, be kind to yourselves!!
I’ll tag, @thatsthat24 and wish him a restful day after Vidcon ((and no more spiders)). I’ll also tag @pattonpending@prinanalogicality@vortexart@pansexualroman@velocifoxy
The truth fell upon her with the precision of an artist’s brush stroke upon canvas, settling deep into each scar that graced her flesh and mind. Now, she simply waited for one to come along with the wisdom and patience to interpret her artful madness.
Happy HP20 you guys! This project, which ended up being about 50 pieces of fan art for PoA is now, 6 months on from the end, one of my favourite things I’ve ever made. If you turned up late, you can go through it chronologically here.
And it’s just been long enough that I’m starting to itch to get back into HP fan art again. If I do though it won’t be on this blog but over on my main tumblr @sylvia-morris so come say hi over there.
Thanks for being part of this fantasy world and making it bigger. The huge sprawling Harry Potter fandom, both on and offline, has been a thing of joy since I was 10 years old and I’m so happy it’s still going strong (albeit a little calmer now, I think…).
She was afraid of becoming
like the person she used to be
open in the way
she loved in words and body
only to have her heart broken
all over she
who laid alone and naked
on a lover’s bed of thorns
the healing out of her
so beautiful and strong.
Maybe I’m not wholeheartedly ready to disclose everything yet. Or maybe I just learned to pace myself. I realized that not everything is meant to be shared for the whole world to see. A little privacy won’t hurt.
This is something I’d love to remain half untold. This is something new. Or maybe not. But ….
She needed to let go of all the expectations placed upon her fragile shoulders. Let go of all she thought she needed to be. Separate herself from the weight of that burden, and free fall with weightlessness into this life that was rightfully hers to own.