black symbols dashing across the page- they have no meaning but the ones we give them, but their splashes are oh-so glorious. the power they hold is inconceivable, but they are so fleeting- there one day, gone the next. it is said, however, that they may last forever: you can never take them back, but oh, how we return them- faster speeds, more damage, the world's most deadly weapon. take them. use them wisely. craft them, sharpen their edges if you must. but oh gods please use them wisely.
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I used to think you a black hole. Completely dark, and a parasite, not a positive trait about you. And lifeless, absolutely soulless. God, I was so very very wrong. You’re not just a black hole, you’re the night sky, a galaxy, the whole fucking universe . My whole universe. You’re not all darkness, like you want everyone to think. You’re riddled with stars, bright spots, like your humor, your pretty smile, your laugh. There are entire solar systems in the way you think, everything revolving and clicking so perfectly, so complex and mysterious but to you so natural, so easy. You’re so brilliant. And sure, there are dark points, negative space in the in-between. But honey, please believe me when I say this, that everything about you is beautiful. And frankly, I think God made a mistake when he hung the stars in the sky. He should’ve put all their glittering glory in your eyes. But that’s okay. You picked yourself up and put them there yourself.
For my Perspectives self-portrait, I decided to paint a black and white image of me with blue accents. I chose this block of wood as my canvas because it had two shallow cavities right where I wanted to draw the eyes, which I enjoyed because it gives the painting the illusion of the eyes following you where you go. I chose to do this in black and white because it portrays the way I see the world: somewhat colorless and bland, and I like the way it makes it so that the world sees me as I see the world. The blue accents contradict this, but blue is also associated with the cold, so it gives the whole piece an air of cold blandness, which I enjoy. I also gave myself bags under my eyes to represent how tired I generally feel. I added the collar and chain because, on occasion, I feel chained by other people's expectations of me, and the blue-to-black gradient background accents this. Since the chain goes toward the black, it's chaining me to the bad things, to the dark,