me finding you.this is nothing more than the silly fluttering of an equally silly heart.me finding you. by thefireflyliberation
this is my tongue tripping on the truth and my trembling fingers clawing at my arm trying to get rid of the heart bleeding on it. this is my teeth clacking together and my emotions knockknockknocking against my ribs so i might please let them out to play.
this is my words getting abandoned in the silences and the pauses swallowing the tension whole. this is using your moss green eyes as a northern star when i'm getting lost in possibilities, using your smile as the curve i rest in when the world's too much to bear.
this is fighting my own spine to stand up straight when your voice is unwinding my nerves and using my vertebrae as your personal game of jenga. this is allowing you to take small pieces at a time, eroding at my walls until i'm crumpling like origami on your front porch, unwinding to lay helplessly at your feet.
this is day dreaming about nights with you and instead spending them painting your laughter
breaking hearts for dummies.spin me around and drain me dry, spit my promises from beneath your teeth and pick my scabs until you have me just where you want. press the bruises where they hurt most, hold me underwater until i'm purple-lipped and blue-tongued and scratching the base of my throat to bleed the oxygen from my veins.breaking hearts for dummies. by thefireflyliberation
cut my achilles' heel and watch as i stumble down the stairs, watch as i hit the second landing and crumple. tell me i look beautiful broken, tell me not to move a muscle, tell me you're going to take a photograph and i'm going to be f-f-famous for the pretty way i break apart.
tell me a picture's worth a thousand words, but wanted isn't one of them. magic isn't either so make sure i stop believing, stop wishing, stop pulling the stars from the sky and hiding them under my pillow. call me a disease and my heart a rotting corpse.
don't let me get in your way. don't let my quaking distract you, don't stop or pause or wait to hear me whisper no, hear me scream go away, hear
hoping for a chance to hope.dear you-don't-even-know-who-i-am,hoping for a chance to hope. by thefireflyliberation
i hope you read this, and if you do, i hope you know exactly what it's about. i hope you look at each syllable and know it's for you in the same way you know the ocean's salty and the sky isn't always blue and how hearts are made for breaking [gravity]. i hope each word burns like swallowing the sun, but i hope after the burn subsides, the warmth steals across your lungs until you're your own secret star. i hope you glow as brightly.
i hope you look at this and somehow see art instead of disaster, look beyond the scribbled out words and ink splatters and see exactly what i'm trying to say. i hope reading this somehow takes the strange out of strangers. i hope after you read it, the landscape of my ribcage will be as familiar as the one of my heart and you won't be afraid to embrace either. i hope now i've opened this door, you aren't scared to walk through it.
and i hope my hopes haven't frightened you, i hope they haven't appeared too large or too da
lend me your heart.turn off the lights in your silver-threaded heart and open your eyes. feel your way through the darkness and ease around the sharp corners of my insecurity. be careful, step lightly, don't bruise yourself on my doubts. if you fall to your knees, just keep crawling forward. don't stop, be brave, i need you close enough to hear my whisper.lend me your heart. by thefireflyliberation
i need another soul in the dark to hear these confessions.
i'm sitting in the middle of the ocean, choking on the reflection of the stars, but i think i'm starting to hear the echo of your pulse. i think i can hear the shallow crashing of your breath on the edge of your lips. so, shh, don't interrupt, because i'm starting now. don't shy from this tsunami of emotion or the callous edge of my well-used, wrung-dry heart. i promise, this won't take long.
i just need someone to hear the fears sending shockwaves down my vertebrae, the lonely terror throbbing in my palms every time they kiss in prayer. i need someone to know that i'm floating in flames, crash
the beautiful edge of ugly_c"you know, we are made of ugly things."the beautiful edge of ugly_c by thefireflyliberation
"yes, but have you not heard? ugly is the new beautiful. like the way you always seem to pry at my thoughts and know what i'm thinking; the way you make me talk when i really don't feel like parting my lips and lying to you. it's just like the cyanide and razor blades i keep in my medicine cabinet, waiting for the day when i master the definition of defeat."
"then we are the most beautiful thing in the world, because we are spending our days chewing on gunpowder and wilted roses. i spent ten minutes this morning carving your name on the inside of my thigh; somehow, replicating that pain makes me think of you. makes me think of the day when you broke my skin and told me you liked me better when i was coming apart at the seams. i never did tell you, but i've been falling apart ever since."
"i know you've been falling apart, because i've been picking up the pieces i find scattered around. it hurts me more than you would think, but i am
these words.take a look: these words are beatbeatbeating just below the surface.these words. by thefireflyliberation
these words are living things with hungry mouths, souls with voices loud enough to echo against the canyon walls of heaven. they are splintering my bones and demanding more breathing room, filtering through my pores and piling at the soles of my feet. they are reckless and impatient, knocking against my conscience and demanding i set them free. they are flocks of birds and herds of mustangs, loose cannons without an idea of where they'll land but shooting forward regardless.
these words are pulsing with the life i've been feeding them, stealing my sleep and gnawing on the edges of my sanity. they are charging my veins and overriding my nervous system, throwing rebel cries against the back of my tongue and bleeding through the pages until i bend to their demands. they are salty with tears and sweet with ambition. they want nothing less than the entire spectrum of emotion and are draining me dry until they e
How long have you been on DeviantArt? -- 6 years
What does your username mean? -- it's a mashup of two names that have become important to me, but were already taken when i got here: "Alishka" and "Nix"
Describe yourself in three words. -- moody | random | passionate
Are you left or right handed? -- leftie!
What is your favourite type of art to create? -- the art kind? i like digital art, but i started out in traditional and have been getting more into it lately. i love fantasy art and anthro art...
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be? -- DRAGONS! and general high-fantasy epicness
What type of art do you tend to favourite the most? -- gods, i don't KNOW. whatever makes me feel strong feels
Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist? -- that's cheating and you know it. there are too many amazing people here
If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be? -- see above answer
How has a fellow deviant impacted your life? -- i think that art really helps people connect and share emotions and stories, and sometimes one person's vent or ramble or just random expression can really help you understand yourself better and express things that maybe you can't yourself. it's definitely helped me get through some stuff.
What are your preferred tools to create art? -- pencils and paper, SAI and my intuos5 tablet
What is the most inspirational place for you to create art? -- ideally, i'd be out up in the mountains somewhere in alaska or something, but seeing as how i can't do that, i try to make my bedroom a wonderfully magical place >.>
What is your favourite DeviantArt memory? -- i don't want to mention any one thing here because i have a terrible memory and anything i say might not do justice to an amazing thing that i'm forgetting
just trying to enjoy art and make my way in life, i suppose. feel free to look through my gallery! ^_^ but please, no creepy/rude comments! respect me, my art, and my commissioners.|
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