Jayvik doodles.
First one is based on @oidingus's lovely animation.
One thing I could never understand about parents is how you could associate your child's worth with their exam scores. You're supposed to be their safe place, the people they run to when they need help, and yet you make them feel unworthy of your love because they fail to meet your expectations. You've taught them that they're only worthy of affection and appreciation when they obtain good scores or achieve something. Do you have any idea what it does to them? The fear of disappointing, being scolded, compared, and punished eats away at their mind 24/7. They think about the consequences they'd face if they failed. How could you make your own child hate themselves? How could you only be proud of them when they're winning and not when they've lost, even though they tried their best?
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Reminding myself i can do something besides animation đ
made dinner for my family today. they said it was good but the garlic flavor was too strong. learned today that i am a garlic freak
They always say, Memento mori , remember you will die (as if we ever forget)
Death is loud, death shows up uninvited, sits at the table and pours you your tea.
But no one taught us how to live, how to hold hands like lifelines, how to kiss like thereâs a clock ticking, how to laugh without guilt when the worldâs still burning so I write this for you
Memento vivere.
Remember to live.
Touch your friends' faces like art, cry in the supermarket if you need to, take pictures of the sky, text first, say âI miss youâ even if your voice shakes. The end is coming, sure...but thatâs not the point. The point is youâre here. You woke up again. Your lungs worked. Your heart didnât forget how to sing.
Memento vivere.
Carve it somewhere soft, say it like a spell, say it until it sticks.
@heartinhyacinth đ¤â¨ď¸
I want to break clocks and I wanna bend fate
but time runs fast and I'm always late
I want to sing suns and I want to bleed light
but my voice is a whisper and my hands hold tight
I want to fly worlds and I want to touch grace
but my wings are stitched and I'm stuck in place
I want to be everything and I want to be free
but the mirror just shows a quieter me
you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands
Some angles of Jinx without "shimmer light"
The Universe: *Torments Lauren* Me: *Also torments Lauren...but like, in a silly way*