When Words Aren't Enough

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
ellstersmash
adampvrrish

literally everything always feels like a performance to me. i’ll be uncontrollably sobbing and will suddenly be like wow i would’ve won an oscar for this

dressed-in-rain

I was in a beginner’s fiction writing class once and we read a Borges piece to interpret and discuss and my interpretation was that he was describing the kind of weird mental state writers can wind up in where we mine everything –everything– for material. So, I’ll be filled with immense grief or joy or fear or what have you, and at the same time there’s this little disassociated piece of myself going “oh, so this is what x feels like, ok. What’re the physical sensations? What are the thoughts like? etc. etc” and analysing my experiences as they happen and figuring out how I’d put them into a narrative. I described it as having this omnipresent voyeur inside of one’s experience. And, other than our professor, no-one else at all got or could relate to what I was saying, except for a classmate who was an actor, who felt himself doing the exact same thing. 

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i do thos constantly i had a "spiritual' moment on vacation and the whole time i was experiencing epiphany i was simultaneously analyzing it sorta defeats the purpose tbh
joufancyhuh
letsboldlygomotherfuckers

why do we bother with I hate my partner jokes when your boss is right there

letsboldlygomotherfuckers

I love my wife. my boss though? that ball and chain??

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do you understand my vision

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machamp

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Oh this is too fun

leatherleaves

Bestie, your brain, your VISION, ahead of your time

letsboldlygomotherfuckers

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inquisitor-julia
misterzevran

[Solas] is one step from telling you the truth about himself. Gareth David-Lloyd did a fantastic job on the delivery. If you do his romance, there’s one key moment where he says: “…I’ve been trying to show how much I care about you, and the way to do that is to show that you deserve the truth.” And he just breaks a tiny bit on that line. Because that’s the part where he almost tells you the truth. And then he twists it into telling you about your vallaslin instead. – Patrick Weekes [x]

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*just starts screaming and sobbing* da:i solas solavellan gif my poor dumb heart still loves this egg
hoidingaroundthecosmere
starshipsandsuperheroes

So here it is!  I gave an already creepy song an even creepier mood by turning Crystal Kingdom into something nice and terrifying.  This is what plays as god lies to you, moments before chaos reigns and you lose an arm.  Good luck, folks.

Credit for the original melody of course goes to Griffin McElroy, this is much more of a test for myself - I wanted to see if I could recreate it entirely by ear.  How did we do?

starshipsandsuperheroes

Happy Crystal Kingdom graphic novel day! Here’s a piece I did a hot second ago that sounds creepy and soothing in all the right ways :)

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fen-an
dalishious:
““Amaris picked the jawbone off her pillow by the cord. She let it hang over her hand while she felt the soft, worn leather between her fingers, her face wet from the tears that finally started to drip. She lifted the cord over her...
dalishious

Amaris picked the jawbone off her pillow by the cord. She let it hang over her hand while she felt the soft, worn leather between her fingers, her face wet from the tears that finally started to drip. She lifted the cord over her shoulders, and let it the bone hang over her heart for a moment. One second. Two, three.
It felt like it was burning through her chest.
She ripped it off and threw it back down on the bed, infuriated that he had the gall to leave it there. Infuriated that his sudden absence after their battle was not even a spur of the moment decision, but planned. She thought about snapping it in half, or throwing it over the balcony. But she couldn’t. She still loved him too much. And she hated him even more for it.

Source: dalishious