"Nobody knows you.
You don’t know yourself.
And I, who am half in love with you,
What am I in love with?
My own imaginings?"
— D.H. Lawrence (via earlyfrost)
(Source: serialstranger, via apoetreflects)
joninness asked you: Vriska/Terezi
She’s the best of the best, one of the top FLARPers on Alternia, and even if you had to sacrifice your entire team to get here, you did it. Terezi Pyrope, Neophyte Redglare, is cowering before you, broken, weeping, beaten because of you, and the elation that pools in your belly is the sweetest you’ve ever tasted.
But then you realize that’s not elation, that’s your blood, and - fuck, fuck - you forgot about Mindfang and now her fucking sword is through your gut; the last thing you see before you bleed out is Pyrope wiping away fake tears and slapping the ass of her unamused partner in celebration.
"Life is heavier
than the weight of all things."
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Neighbor” (trans. Edward Snow)
(Source: the-final-sentence)
"The truth is that an artist’s appraisal of his own work, in terms of how much better some stuff is than other stuff, is probably completely meaningless. If you grab a random person off the street and hold up two things and say this is my good shit and this is my bad shit, he probably won’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. 9 out of 10 people will probably say it’s the same exact shit.
This is why worrying too much about the quality of what you do is kind of ridiculous, and worrying about it is what leads to blocks. In the end what you make is the result of your capabilities and your effort, and practically nothing else. So you might as well stop worrying, drop the bullshit, and just make it."
— Andrew Hussie (via indolentjellyfish)
(Source: mspandrew, via wecansexy)