Itβs been a while since you left the street.
My heart still aches beneath the hush of midnight air,
Yet tracing gentle shadows of your name across my skin.
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im a 22 year old psychology student | releasing the racing thoughts through art | i draw, yes. | therapy told me to do journal, so here i am.
Itβs been a while since you left the street.
My heart still aches beneath the hush of midnight air,
Yet tracing gentle shadows of your name across my skin.
i think i will be living this quote that i just encountered yesterday:
"if it is to be, it is up to me."
i watched #MayaAndTheThree, gave me a reality check that i needed. this is the mere reason why i love watching movies & shows.
The quote is from William H. Johnson, but the show led me to it.
The Pinoy Monster Horror Anthology #indie #pinoykomiks 100 pages of Filipino horror will be available for mature readers. If you know anything about Filipino monsters, you know this isn't for the faint of heart!
"100 pages of Filipino horror will be available for mature readers. If you know anything about Filipino monsters, you know this isn't for the faint of heart!"
Mine and several other #artph artists' works will be on there! Kickstarter Campaign starts on Oct 1.
www.kickstarter.com/projects/mot...
oh wow.. that's a new dish.
26.09.2025 04:51 β π 0 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0what my sketch book looks like rn..
i miss moo-deng so much!!
#copingskills #psychology #dbttherapy #cbttherapy #psychsky #spoonie #mentalillness
23.09.2025 13:18 β π 34 π 22 π¬ 1 π 1Back to Nature
#kaseyart #penandink #halloweenie
and that is why i deleted mine. too many triggering factors and also overstimulating.
26.09.2025 02:37 β π 0 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0My painting PACIFIC NORTHWEST
24.09.2025 21:52 β π 4924 π 425 π¬ 124 π 12Monarch butterfly perched in a pink zinna
I pulled a monarch butterfly out of a giant spider web today just as a spider as fat as my thumb darted toward it. The monarch flew off perfectly, unencumbered.
I love watching the monarchs come through this time of year.
One of my favorite poems since childhood, and a poem I share every #autumnequinox.
By the 12thc warrior poet Xin Qiji θΎζ£ηΎ, sidelined during peacetime, demoted, drifting through a decade of minor posts in remote lands.
Poetry, then, is that which is left unsaid.
βMy, what a cool and lovely autumn.β
Heed my silent, pining sigh,
Even though tears freely fly.
Lest your promise fade and die,
Longing for you to draw nigh.
Oh! What pining ache awry.