i always believed after an artist publishes something, they become both the consumer and creator of it. they should aim to create what they would like to see but after publishing it's up for others to decide it's value which varies with each person's view. as said, keep the channel open, try your best and leave the rest to people who'll interact with your piece.
“One of the most solid pieces of writing advice I know is in fact intended for dancers – you can find it in the choreographer Martha Graham’s biography. But it relaxes me in front of my laptop the same way I imagine it might induce a young dancer to breathe deeply and wiggle their fingers and toes. Graham writes: ‘There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.’”
— Zadie Smith (via campaignagainstcliche)
The Unburnt
hey i was obsessed with crack baby by mitski for a month now and today i thought oh let's just google what crack baby is and i feel so weird right now- and i was thinking i can't like this song more than i do already but now it's my whole personality. no- i am that song. i am. i write the lyrics, played the instruments, produced it, i sang it, i exist with it
i want to stop people on the street and say hey do you know mitski wrote this song about a person who has a fucking void in their heart caused just by existing and they need something once they had and maybe that'll help to fill the void but they don't know what it is and they cannot find it again JUST LIKE A FETUS WHO IS EXPOSED TO CRACK COCAIN
i know the end
Rain on Lilypads | LW Lau
no rain, no clouds, no pain, no shrouds
no final breaths, no senseless deaths
me? nothing. just browsing through an old and quite dead fandom, lookin posts that sent in 2015 and making myself sad out of nowhere.
His name is Kip and he is a creature from some open gaps in reality.
(crawls on all fours with blood drenched on me) I have to do arts and crafts