Shoutout to all the artists on Tumblr who work on something for weeks and only get 4 notes
Shoutout to all the artists on Youtube who do amazing speedpaints and, if they’re lucky, will get 500 views
Shoutout to all underappreciated artists who do amazing work and receive no recognition
SHOUTOUT TO ALL THE ARTISTS WHO MAKE TINY DOODLES OF VARYING SKILL THAT THEY NEVER SHOW TO ANYONE BECAUSE THEY THINK EVERYONE ELSE’S ART IS BETTER THAN THEIR OWN
to swallow to get it down and even then it is like
a lightning storm in my stomach. There is music
playing loudly and they are chanting
my name as I take three shots, no pause.
It’s rushing down my throat hot and quick,
and after, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand,
the skin shining like I’ve kissed myself.
The only way to drink it is to convince yourself
that you need it. It’s late but this is what our bodies
are made for, vessels for the music that vibrates
its way through our veins like escape. Surprise
we are throwing up our dinner in the yard
surprise he is kissing you like he’s starving
surprise I didn’t think I would mind. Our
legs unforgivable things in our dresses, mouths
devastating in the glaring summer night. Our hips,
gleaming, wild things. We feel safest in the backseat
of the car because we don’t know where it’s going.
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends & we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
it’s been awhile since someone took the sasodei blog seriously