Tutoring and personal critique sessions by Astri-Lohne, journal
Tutoring and personal critique sessions
Hi friends! Long time no journal.
At the moment I'm still dealing with my wrist injury, and I'm not able to draw for more than roughly an hour a day. To (hopefully temporarily) replace all the client work I normally do, I've decided to start offering mentorships and private sessions. All the relevant info can be found here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15NjU2pBx-shXXxotOCOyg-XT8k6hKxSYwRWTp2lYZtI/edit?usp=sharing
If you're interested, please send me an email at astrilsjursen@gmail.com with a link to your portfolio, and a description of what you'd like to focus on for your first session!
it's okay to not be okay by Tangled-Tales, literature
Literature
it's okay to not be okay
sometimes it’s okay
to sit on the floor of the bathroom stall
and let your feelings gather- it’s okay
to let them pool like a lachrymose lagoon
as the inside of your stomach does summersaults;
I know these emotions can’t be tenderly released,
they’re not soft waves kissing the expecting shore,
let them pour out of you like tidal waves-
release the tsunami from within you
and I know sometimes the tears will sodden your pillowcase,
they’ll be juggernauts- those brackish beads
cathartically-cartwheeling down your flushed cheeks;
but remember how even the clouds
may cry tempestuously today,
only to make room
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five things they don't teach you in highschool by Khaimin, literature
Literature
five things they don't teach you in highschool
1.
it's okay to fall in love.
i mean, they tell you you're never going
to marry your high school sweetheart and i'm not going
to tell you it's a lie
because it's not. you guys will probably
break up and it's gonna hurt like hell
but you'll be okay. remember, you are not the only one
who has felt loneliness like a knife,
the only one to know the pain of lungs collapsing
because they were your air,
and you will never be the only one who whispered
"i love you" two lives too soon.
you will not be the last one to have tucked
hair behind their ear and leaned in for a kiss
or the last one to wake up reaching for a hand that's no longer there.
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I don't know why anyone would feel like they DESERVE comments, favorites or watches.
I don't know about you, but when I started this account, I never intended to get recognition. When I would post a picture, I would get so excited to see that I had 3 views on the page (which were probably me), and then go nuts when someone would favorite. You can't imagine my surprise when people actually started to accumulate and collectively enjoy my stuff on a daily basis. It's a weird feeling, and I wish I could describe it into words, but the only thing I can think of is how overjoyed I am to know that my art is appreciated even in the smallest way.
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