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I’m not easy

Easy to hold

I can run in warmth

I can freeze in cold

Abandon my words

Scattered on the floor

And you pick them up

Even when I don’t know

What for

I crawl back out

Until I’m seen

I run from close

But you don’t follow

My lead

I don’t know how

How to say

Thank you for saving me

Every single day

Thank you for soft

When I turn to stone

Thank you for waiting

When I drift alone

You see me in fragments

I don’t always know

And somehow, you love me

Even when I don’t

I grip my hands

When you reach for mine

I flinch at light

But still you say I shine

I know it can hurt

More than I can say

And still you linger

You don’t walk away

I lash at nothing

Snap at your hands

I always break

You still understand

I don’t know how

How to say

Thank you for saving me

Every single day

Thank you for soft

When I turn to stone

Thank you for waiting

When I drift alone

You see me in fragments

I don’t always know

And somehow, you love me

Even when I don’t

(Don’t, don’t)

You wait for me to wake

But I shake at the light

I fight what I feel

But you hold me right

I know it’s not easy

Loving someone like me

But I love you for loving

What I can’t always see

I know too well

How to say

I’m sorry for being me

Every single day

I don’t know how

How to say

Thank you for saving me

Every single day

Thank you for soft

When I turn to stone

Thank you for waiting

When I drift alone

You see me in fragments

I don’t always know

And somehow, you love me

Even when I don’t

(Don’t, don’t)

Thank you for knocking

For breaking the door

For loving me quiet

When I can’t ask for more

For staying in reach

When I’m halfway gone

I don’t know how you do it

On Art, Meaning, and the Beautiful Addiction of Creating Home People often talk about addiction as something destructive. Something that steals time, health, and purpose. But there is another kind. The kind that quietly wakes you before the alarm, not because you have to, but because something deep inside you has been awake all night. People often say curiosity is the beginning of…

First of all: I can’t express enough the gratitude I have for those of you who’ve liked or reblogged my lyrics 💜 I’ve sang and written songs my entire life, but just started trying to produce my own music last year and sharing this year. I’ve never enjoyed anything as much as music, and I just hope to find the people it connects with.

Second of all: while I am working on new stuff, I have uploaded some lyrics videos with remastered audio for a few of my songs! You can find them at the links below, with better quality production and on-screen lyrics:

The Last Exit

Rinse & Repeat

For Me

MeTSD

Dłoń zawiesza się nad taflą szkła inaczej niż nad płótnem. To krótkie zawahanie mówi o relacji między sztuką cyfrową a malarstwem więcej niż większość niekończących się dyskusji. (more…)

I have watched approximately 3.5 art tutorial videos and have an unread copy of one of those 'how to draw manga' books. The extent of my technical knowledge is 'oh yeah I've heard of that technique before', and generally I draw art like I am punching a brick wall.

I've started and finished college, lost my hair, runned for office (unsuccessfully), & got a good full time production job after churning through 6 other quite shitier jobs in just under 2 years.

But every so often I remember these days, where first thing in the morning I'd spend it making a comic before going to school then coming home to do 3 writing prompts for another blog.

Lackoftalent was never successful, but it was fulfilling. It was also stupid, very stupid, proudly stupid. The barrier to entry for what I made was if the joke made me laugh & if I could draw it before I went to school.

Life is life, it can be profound & complex, but it can also be simple, & dumb. Some shit changes, other stays the same. Everything can go to hell around you while stuff still get better personally day by day.

I’ve been:

photographing street art and stickers in preparation for a zine about urban art I come across

setting up having a few of my zines for sale at a self-published and indie book/zine store in my city

writing the very long text for my largest zine yet

finishing the fruit zine I’m making to procrastinate doing the heavier emotional work of the zine above

preparing my new poetry notebook as I recently finished my last one

deciding how I want to go about retaking my drawing journey after a long while of abandoning it, and how that will interact with my other mediums