why ello everyone! hope your weekend has been lovely this week. The skys gave us very good sunny weather today which was awesome sauce. Life is coming back to Umich i know it….suns out funs out. get your fun out. also i found this battery on the ground, I think thats where all my energy went in the winter time….
i love you lil battery…..you found a good home…
It was kinda really really good???
Be There
Who would save you from yourself
When caution signs turn invitation
Who would dampen the fire
At breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Who would force the world to turn
When the door is wedged
And you’re worried about tomorrow
Who would hold you in your head
And carry you in your waking
Who would love you when it’s hard
And calm you when it’s not
Who would be there
When the drugs wear off
Living gets heavy
I won’t be there
I’m sorry
push your cries down here,
and hold yourself to the promise you made.
you were born to be great, and you must die great.
your fortune is no mistake,
and it is not your fortune alone.
there is no way to go back now
unless you want to prove everything anyone ever said to you.
are you worthy?
do you belong here?
will you ever?
people who are not like you may
never have to question this.
people who are not like you may
never have to face this.
there is no real way to succeed, but
there is surely a way to fail.
you can see it so clearly in front of you, the
height of your anxieties
seeping in and
making you lesser.
when you be more than what you acheive?
have you even been allowed to be more than that?
will you ever be more than that?
i dream of a future where i am nothing more than a person
with a house and a cat.
a future where my job means nothing to others
and everything to me.
a future where i am no longer nervous about construction.
where i do not feel lonely in crowds or anxious in circles.
when will i start measuring up to this.
will i ever stop measuring.
Text: “I wonder if it’ll bounce…”
“CRASH”
“Maybe that one will”
Hello, hope everyone’s having a good night! For this week I thought id actually play with the animal aspect of my characters. Even a responsible character like Mur is sure to have her urges every once in a while.
hello! hope everyone is doing okay this week.
this week’s diary sketch (◡̈ ):
this week’s diary entry（˶′◡‵˶）:
i was reflecting on things like nostalgia and girlhood recently, and was reminded of Look Back. it’s a movie adaptation of the one-shot manga by Tatsuki Fujimoto, which I watched last summer with a few friends in Michigan Theater. without getting into spoilers (but be warned if you’re planning on watching it!), the movie follows the relationship of two very different girls, Fujino and Kyomoto, from childhood to young adulthood, who bond over their shared passion for drawing manga. their relationship is marked by competition, idolization, and pride, but also love. art is simultaneously what made and broke their relationship. i would not call the story a particularly joyful one, but i would call it a beautiful one—i found myself deeply touched by it.
aside from the beautiful animation, it brought back memories of my own childhood friendships and the power of art as a source of passion and bonding. i started drawing in middle school, inspired by one of my closest friends at the time. it was an exciting hobby, something i could obsess at getting better at. i ended up becoming deeply close with her—holding hands, dreaming that we’d attend art school together, and live together after. in other words, she was probably my first love.
but by my later years of high school, my love for art had gone through a consistent cycle of waxing and waning (though more the latter). i still enjoyed it, but i had less passion for it, spending weeks on end without touching my sketchbook. our collective fantasy of pursuing art as our lifelong careers silently fell through; simultaneously, it felt like our bond grew less deep. after graduating, we ended up attending different universities, halfway across the country. while we stayed in touch, our friendship drifted from the simple innocence and sweetness that it used to have. part of that is inevitable in the process of maturing and changing (especially so far away from each other), but i couldn’t help but miss what we used to have.
recently, she told me that she doesn’t find joy in drawing anymore. i found myself oddly upset after reading her text, like a sense of grieving in my chest, another reminder of how much we’ve changed and the past dreams that had fallen through.
to me, Look Back was about a sort of nostalgic regret, while also being a celebration of art and the artists who have given themselves to their creations. i think artistic creation and the deep bonds we share with others mutually foster each other. and i couldn’t help but see the ways that Fujino and Kyomoto paralleled my own relationships. like theirs, my relationships inevitably lost their innocence, irrevocably changed from their sweet beginnings. like theirs, i’ve had to take steps away from the past in order to look towards a better future. like theirs, some of my bonds have been broken, permanently.
but Look Back also represents girlhood. the two characters held a bond that was both simple and extremely deep. they grew and changed together, leaving a permanent mark within another. they found comfort and joy in each other, and dreamt that they would be together forever. regardless on whether that came to fruition, and how things have ended or changed, i value every love i was ever able to have.
-dai
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weekly recommendations!!
