Sketchbook, Fall 2016

It’s crazy how low self-worth fucks with peoples lives

depiction isn't endorsement but not all depictions have the same merit

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — the story of las vegas’s biggest bootlegger & his favorite burlesque dancer.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — she/her pronouns, i guess sugar daddy nanami but like reader and him around the same age sooooo, reader is black, nanami lowkey a simp in this tbh, set in the 20’s, racism mentioned, slight voyeurism, creampie, usage of alcohol, usage of drugs (cigarettes), slight history inaccuracy, slight timeskip where reader + nanami are in their 30’s, but in flashback they’re in their 20’s, yes i know i’d rather go blind didn’t get released until the 60’s but i kept listening to it during one scene i wrote in this lol, flashback is in italics, the story told in third pov, wc: 5.3k minors dni pls !!

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — @earlesskitten ’555 collab event’, congrats once again on your milestone.

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sorry for being a lovestruck faggot I promise it will happen again

Maybe this is the wrong platform to pose this question given the average tumblr user but

Is it just me or did our generation (those of is who are currently 20-30 ish) just not get the opportunity to be young in the 'standard' sense?

Like, everyone I talk to who's over 40 has all their wild stories about their teens and 20s, being young and dumb, and then I talk to my friends and coworkers and classmates, and we just... dont.

screenshots of despair

Literally cannot emphasize enough that my #1 writing advice is to stop being afraid. Stop being afraid of sounding too cringe, or too stupid, or too horrifying, or too horny, or too weird, or too much, or too little, or too you. You need to put your entire pussy into your art. Sure, it won't be to everyone's tastes, but if you keep yourself to the blandest tamest safest roads possible you will be of no one's tastes, not even yours.

dancing on 2 of ur favs in the clurb while amaarae plays...

Neha Malhotra, ed. by Kate Rogers and Viki Holmes, from Not a Muse: The Inner Lives of Women: A World Poetry Anthology; "Menaka"

[Text ID: "I'll whisper my name in your ears. / Soon, your skin will want my breath,"]

if you're an outie in the severance universe and you're a smoker does that mean your innie is just constantly on edge and miserable and craving something they can't even put a name to because they've never experienced it? if you drink too much on a weeknight does your innie just have to suffer the headache and nausea of a hangover without knowing where it came from?? if you have tattoos on parts of your body that are always covered by the lumon dress code, does your innie just walk around not knowing about them? what do you do if you get a hickey?? do you think any innies have ever gotten naked in the bathroom just to see the entirety of the body that they're not allowed to own???