The Language of Music by AliceTerrarium, literature
Literature
The Language of Music
Many fingers walk over ivory years.
Some lithe and gentle,
Others stumble, clumsy, unsure of where to go.
Small soft hands that skip down from beginning to end.
Notes bind months, bind years.
The memory of sound never fades.
Lush carpets used to hold me; walls clothed with ornate paper.
Strings would resonate throughout vast rooms draped in velvet.
A carved border surrounds me, as if made of gilt.
Almost a mirror image of the vaulted, cream, frame above me.
Embellished with roses, trailing for hours, fitting together with lady curls.
Single pane windows draped in heavy burgundy would scatter light
Across a soft golden carpet.
I AM FUCKING VICTORIOUS by DaraLC-artisty, journal
I AM FUCKING VICTORIOUS
I WENT FROM 1,056 DEVIATIONS TO 638!!!! Now, I just have to reorganize all of my folders...
ANYWAY!! I want to thank all my watchers and all of those who like my work. As of right now I have 450 watchers and 17,247 page views. I love you guys so much and wouldn't have improved in my work as much as I have without your kind words and critiques.
And to all the motherfuckers out there who have broken my heart, hurt me emotionally, and/or given me rude feedback on work, FUCK YOU and thank you because I wouldn't be as damn good as I am without the pain.
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So I've noticed that so many people are having such a rough time. Just being upset or going through some upsetting things, or just being down in general. And it really honestly upsets me alot: especially since I'm referring to alot of my close or not so close, friends.
I wish that there was a way for me to console or help every single one of you, because I care so much; and you and honestly nobody deserves to have negative feels.
Why am I writing all this?
Because I love you. All of you.
To be honest, I see most people as friends unless they give me reason to not.
B-but, if anyone needs an ear to l