creating and creation

medical hiatus; mission critical

ON INDEFINITE HIATUS:

CLOSING:

STAYING ACTIVE:

Basically, everything that doesn’t spark enough joy currently will be put on hiatus (or closed). Quite obviously I’m immersing myself in all things Tolkien, seeing as I’m slowly finding delight in my Middle-earth again; one that I don’t have to share with lying fairweather ‘friends’. (No, I’m not sorry — if you want me to say nice things about you, ACT BETTER.)

Pretty sure today that the internet was a net, ha, loss for humanity, but what can you do.

cryptic with no apologies

screaming dead star

there is still so much to fucking hate.

i don’t know whether i’m angry or upset or what. i know i’m crying, but i don’t know why. not really. because it was unfair? because it was vile and the only way they could have been more cruel is by calling me ‘it’? …oh wait, shit, that one ticked off the list as well.

i’m so fucking angry at myself that i let them ‘apologise’ to me and have a place in my life, however small. it’s why i put my foot down when i get certain friend requests on bloody facebook.

and like. it never fucking leaves? literal keloid or shattered pieces of a soul. names that were slung at me like fucking grenades: kit, zozie. monster.

screaming that i never had any problems at all, everyone else’s illnesses and tragedies and troubles were all more important than mine, and when i managed to get a word in edgeways to scream that um, yes, even though you think i am subhuman, i also have had a really fucking hard life — oh no, i just made that up for attention.

whose? yours? why the fuck would i want it?

but hey. paint a target on me. go on, kick me harder. i’m seventeen forever. i’m nothing but a bruise. i’m subhuman. i’m a doll. i’m a cult member. liar, bitch, whore. come up with something more original next time, it might actually catch my attention.

2002, 2012. there’s no difference. that’s what stunlocks me hardest. there’s no. fucking. difference.

here’s to survival. ha.

jackassery

jest me this.

“Psycho Kirryn’s back … well, what can you do? It’s amusing, and I know it’s a bit sad to actually read her rambling crap, but her insanity is a good show.”

you were an unadulterated cunt, and probably still are. the end. 🙂

for those playing at home: yes, this person fucking knew I was mentally ill. but who cares when you don’t like someone because you’ve…never spoken to them even once, but someone told you to, amirite?

f.o.a.d.

everyday

pixel pixies

I have nothing of any remote interest to report, as I’m sure everyone is used to by now.

I made some elvish sprites!

Arwen: angel dress, riding outfit, farewell dress, dream gown


Galadriel: in Númenor, and in the 3rd Age

I’ll throw them up on the pixel site as soon as I’m finished redesigning it. Shouldn’t be too long, I hope.