When someone dies their silence becomes a sort of held note, a key on the piano pressed down for so long it becomes an ache in the ear, a new sonic register from which we start to measure our new, ruptured lives. A white noise. Maybe this is why there is so much music in dying: the funerals, the singing, the hymns, the eulogies. All those sounds crowding the air with what the dead canβt say.
Ocean Vuong, The Weight of Our Living: On Hope, Fire Escapes, and Visible Desperation
βThe line between friend and enemy is not as clear as I once believed. Once it's crossed, there's no going back. Because some transformations... are permanent."
Megatron (D-16) X Optimus (Orion Pax) edit.
(Pls ignore the brightness at the start :D)
This is too accurate about me...
Writing fanfics by hand in my notebook:
Trying to type up and edit those fanfics so I can post them up online:
Design practice from today πΈ
An excellent Purple Hyacinth animatic, go show the artist some love! If theyβre here on tumblr, someone let me know so I can tag them!
βNever judge people by their past. People learn. People change. People move on.β
β Unknown
βBe thankful for all the difficult people in your life, and learn from them. They have shown you exactly who you do not want to be.β
β Unknown
Speaks for itself tbh
Because everything that is love seems like you, you are everything I have loved in life
I will never forget you.
βSometimes all you can do is lie in bed and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.β
β William C. Hannan
Writer, coffee drinker, loves music, and overwhelmed by studies. Suis alis volat
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