You never know if someone needs this. Reblog this, even if its not your ‘blog type’. Just do it.
Yes, please reblog
Do it. Now.
i sat here and thought about reblogging this or not but then i realized how many people feel suicidal, and i have too its not dan and phil but i could honestly care less, bc i rather have someone not die then make sure i strictly stay to my ‘blog type’
"how do you come up with ideas for this story and drawings?" she asked looking around the room.
Will looks at her looking around the room in awe “all you really need are two things.”
"which are?" she asks looking at him now with a puzzled look
A slight smile tugs at the right side of his mouth, “first of all you need a story to tell, and it can’t be a simple one that you just heard of. It has to be one that you lived through. One that comes from the bottom of the heart. The second is you need to be able to dig that story from that locked up safe in your mind and translate it onto the paper, or canvas, or whatever you’re spilling it on. That’s where half of art comes from.”….
In many ways our lives can be represented by a drawing. I’m not talking about what the content of the drawing is, not by a long shot, but how a drawing is made. In both life and drawing there is the dark, and there is the light. Like in life various shades of grey are used to make beauty out of simple things and for the real contrast the darkest times is usually put right next to the brightest of times. With out the good and the bad, the dark and the light the picture wouldn’t be complete. When we look at a picture with only a few variants of colors it feels empty compared to one that has a ample shades and hues. Same goes for a life. So go out there and make some stories. Go and see the darkest dark and the brightest light and everything between and put it into the drawing we call our lives.
People say the most dangerous things are weapons or wild animals.
To me the most dangerous thing is when you start to wallow in your own thoughts. When your mind goes to that locked up safe you try so hard to avoid but something in your head opens it anyways. That’s when the beasts start to take over your mind and throw you in a pit of anguish and despair. Where every mistake you make comes back and kicks you in the gut. Every bad thought clouds your judgement. Every doubt takes away your dreams. All these things break you not physically but emotionally, which is the worst damage one could receive. Getting lost is scary, but getting lost in your own mind and thoughts is even worse. There you are the most vulnerable because you know your own weaknesses which bring you down. This just holds you back in life. It keeps you from being daring out of fear of adding to that locked safe. It keeps you from living and in my eyes living with this open safe is the most dangerous thing to us.
“I’m not racist I just am not attracted to black men” says the white woman
Go fuck yourself people have preferences why do you expect people to be attracted to everyone that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard please leave
finally someone fucking said it
that’s like calling a gay man sexist
The pencil is one of few keys that connects our thoughts with expression. However the use of this key requires skill which determines how wide and how long this door can be opened. Though once this skill is master amazing things can pass through. Whether it would be in writing words to music or in drawing our feelings are let through that portal the pencil has opened allowing a snap shot to what is truly going on inside our heads.
mosaics are made from broken pieces but they’re still works of art and so are you
sometimes damage helps to create beauty, the problem is knowing how to do so