i’m yunie (she/her)! i’m a creator of:
on here you’ll find a mix of aesthetics, art and games from the #q.
mute #justyuniethings if you don’t want to see my random beiguang shitposting!
here’s your reminder to let yourself create. not create ‘well’, just create. draw badly. write shitty poems. sing stupid songs. make whatever you want & have a great time doing it. that’s what creation is for. it’s self expression, not perfection
“I hate obvious symbolism” bro shut up sun and moon couples are a pillar of our society
i love when people say "hop off my dick" instead of like "stop bugging me" because it brings to mind the concept of someone being so very annoying that ur like stop. no more cock for u. ur guts will remain in their designated spots
tumblr being all adults nowadays is so funny because my mutuals are either unemployed chainsmokers or Ezra, Bioengineering PHD Candidate at University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill
one of the important lessons to learn about adult life is that the gap between an unemployed chainsmoker and a bioengineering phd candidate is actually not that large
your last words would be, “i need time.”
Flowers would bloom and turn
towards the sun, petals first to burn
The same light that guides us now eats
us alive, fire sworn to purify our sins.
I walk as I burn, my feet melting along the streets
my ears picking up the echoes of screams.
I do not make it to the place we first met,
first laughed, first played-
first dared to dream of finding the light.
If the world ended now,
your last words would be, “i need time.”
and mine would simply be, “that’s alright.”
i pick at memories like scabs on juvenile knees
and i bleed when i could be change,
but i am both the bird and the tarnished cage.
i think some people are steel-toe boots and some of them are sidewalks;
some people live and learn the names of humans, of streets just to run away,
and some of them are cities forged and born to always stay.
and if life is a tree, i have to say, some days i want to leave,
but i think my birthmark is a footprint, and i'm bona fide concrete.
