Rey's Art Crypt

Thank you so much I can't describe the feelings surging in me this is perfection I love it so much the details are amazing the atmosphere is so cozy, i teared up a little. Thank youuuu

Commission for @ReyArtCrypt (posted with consent)

Those Winter Sundays

By Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?

an insiders guide on how to be sick
An Insider’s Guide on How to be Sick

Never say the words ‘this is not my life’

This pain that wakes you screaming in the muzzle of the night

This pain that woke your lover, chased her to another room

to another life

This fevered fainting

This tremorring chest

This mangled kite

This panic like a cave of bats

This nurse drawing blood wearing doubled gloves

This insurance doesn’t cover that

This hurried paycheck of doctor after doctor after doctor

This stethoscope that never hears your heart
...
Say ‘This is my life

This is my precious life

This is how badly I want to live’

Say Sometimes you have to keep pulling yourself up by the whip

Take punch after punch to the face forward

To the head up

And still uncurl the fist of your grief like a warm blanket on the cool earth of your faith

Say every waiting room is the kiln where you will finally take shape to fit into the keyhole of your own gritty heart

....

Lesson #1 through infinity

You will never have a greater opportunity to learn to love your enemy than when your enemy is your own red blood

Truce is a word made of velvet

Truce is a word made of velvet

Andria Gibson

the world we live in

and also Diana Wynne Jones. She was Gaiman's mentor he was highly inspired by her works. so she did it better and she did it first

anywho
Don't idolize people beyond praising their talent.

The world was never made;
It will change, but it will not fade.
So let the wind range;
For even and morn
Ever will be
Thro' eternity.
Nothing was born;
Nothing will die;
All things will change.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Never, oh! never, nothing will die;
The stream flows,
The wind blows,
The cloud fleets,
The heart beats,
Nothing will die.

He just seemed immortal

Guys I not ok

Wip but I just figured out one legit way to render

And thank you all for staying here all of this time🫶🏻💗
I realized here is my safe space for sharing, and it should stay that way