Posts made by AlbeitDying

@Bill-Dhivid ik that babyboy, I mean with the joker

@Bill-Dhivid ik. I still don't know what's going on

@James-C-137 thx. I wanted it to be different and weird and kind of annoying, taking up the page

As you see, not perfect

@James-C-137 I'm glad someone likes it. Fourteen yr old me would be elated

If I don't exactly want to draw someone's face, I take to sketching up a scratch with traits I see in my head for the character I want to create.
This was a drawing from last summer of Wynter Veritans, the blind pianist from All The Broken Sunrises, a narrative currently posting on TWS.

@XxHõneÿBêarxX that person asked in French what your hairleng th was. probably didn't read the post beforehand only title lol

"I want the stars, give me the stars"

A line fueled by depression and that gave me the fight to write the whole book

Part One

Chapter :

Three

My wake demanded dew,
and where but the garden
fed my spirits to a sepian brim?

The doctor, clad in a close-fit vest
and high boots,
formed a supervisionary escort.

Overhead,
all the fires of the stars
burnt the sky ashen and grey.

“See the garden how it flutters?
Doctor,
can’t you sense the whisper of every pad
as if they were your own secret?”

-Frankly, I do not.
The moon is up
but the sun is eternally absent.

-Then do you listen with eye?
or be it the ear?

He pondered on it
as I bent into a bouquet of thorns,
sniffing the honeyed roses.
I stood at his call.

“Can you,” said he,
“see the tree yonder how it waves?”

-Yes. [For I could.]

-What more is there?

-It is nothing special.

-Wrong. It is the least special,
and that makes all the difference.
One might see it vital.

-True. [For it was.]

-So can you see it?

-No.

What he saw I could not see
in that tree upon the moor.
So I left it to the stars.
The decision. The sight.

“I want the stars. Give me the stars.”

-Why?

-The stars are mine.

-How?

-They run and I run. They’re mine.
They hurt and I hurt. They’re mine.

-So?

-They burn and I burn. They’re mine.
They blaze and I blaze. They’re mine.

-And?

-They fade and I fade. They’re mine.
They draw worlds on a tether and so do I.
They’re mine.
They follow principle and so do I.
They’re mine.

-Thus?

-The stars are mine and I want them.
I want their fire and dust.
I want their torment and death.
I want their worlds and people.
They are mine. The stars are mine.
I burn, blaze and fade.
I lead and I follow.
I run.
More than I can fathom, I run.
I want the stars.
Give me the stars.

-But why?

-I need them.

-Impossible…
Just contemplate the tree.
Can’t you see?

-What of it?

-See its lustre? It shines.

@The-Joker who's your girlfriend and what are you talking about.

@Mehhh I learnt from the Mehhhst

@knownsense this one is good

@knownsense good, and I'm sorry I don't understand how a considerate person like you had such a rep

@knownsense it means I think and anyone who knows don't laugh I think it means page me. It s the chat function between users. Click my profile (like AlbeitDying my not yours) and press three dots next to profile pic. Press start new chat

@knownsense I hope I was clear...

@knownsense I'm new too. I think @Mehhh gave me an idea of how. Go to my profile, click three dots and press new chat

@knownsense pm me

@knownsense hey can we chat?

Putting all serious blanks in the possibility of time travel, I will say that I'd travel to the only period safe for humanity ' s sake: the future.

@supitsmia believe me irl I embrace the loud American that I am, but in text idk the redcoats are coming