I Wish Everyone Who Makes Up Lore And Intricate Storylines For Poorly Written / Under Developed / Side

i don’t know how to ask for help i disappear and come back when i’m good

"But in real life it is different. Most men and women are forced to perform parts for which they have no qualifications. Our Guildensterns play Hamlet for us, and our Hamlets have to jest like Prince Hal. The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast."

-Oscar Wilde, Lord Arthur Savile's Crime and Other Stories

17 year old: I'm depressed. I'm overwhelmed by choice. I feel like the stakes are so high that if I fail I could ruin everything forever. I feel a sense of obligation to my parents, but I don't think they understand me. Maybe none of this is worth it

Every 12th grade english teacher, without fail: *hands you the tragedy of hamlet prince of denmark* that's rough buddy

Guys, if you want to be a good artist and storyteller you need to absorb other media and influences beyond popular comics and movies and video games. Hell, even beyond visual art. Read novels, science articles, history books. Listen to podcasts, watch documentaries. Dip into different disciplines. Explore stuff outside your everyday. What you create and the pool of ideas you can pull out of is expanded by the knowledge you gain. Don’t do yourself a disservice by limiting your library. You never know when some weird shit you read about mushrooms could end up inspiring you or helping you solve a design/story problem.

i wanted to feel loved without feeling like i was begging for it

What does one listen in the matter of music in dark academia ? (Playlist for the mood)

musical reconstructions of ancient instruments and fragmented odes to the gods, here ‘x’ and ‘x’ 

a sultry melody to guide your sleepy waltz in the libraries and coffee spots as the evening settles, ‘x’

for a time of chaos and late essay submissions, ‘x’

a haunting aria to accompany you on the rushed morning march to campus after a night spent devouring volumes of academia and feverish scribbles, ‘x’

lastly, an entire symphony to dance around the steam of my tea and colour the ink-like sky with traces of a macabre passion that only a ghost would understand, ‘x’

I couldn’t sleep until I drew this

me, doing something where i am the only one inconvenienced: the perfect crime

i feel so silly reading classics and feeling surprised when something unexpected happens like the entire world already read this and i'm sitting here in shock like "wdym hamlet just killed polonius⁉️😧"

Who invented boredom and where are they. I just wanna talk