all of the homo: wolfxdog: Hands touched at my face, a thumb ghosting over my lips. I...
Hands touched at my face, a thumb ghosting over my lips. I breathed onto the digit, eyelids fluttering in a soft, delicate motion. He was staring at me, but not into my eyes. I saw those lips move, but I couldn’t hear a word; not a single sound. I imagined how sweet his voice must be. The man’s lips quirked up into a soft smile as my own hands touched the back of his head, the skin of his neck. He felt me. I felt him.
I think he laughed. His head rolled back and his lips were open, his chest heaving. I couldn’t hear the sound. I couldn’t understand his joke.
My eyes stung, and I knew I had started to cry, the warm tears sliding down my pale cheeks. I wanted nothing more than to hear him speak, to hear that laughter ringing in my ears, but I couldn’t. I was deaf. My hearing had deteriorated through my teenage years. Now, I had nothing. The world was silent to me. No birds singing, no joyous music, no children laughing; nothing. It was harder to come to terms with not hearing this man.
I moved my lips, letting my vocal chords vibrate and tongue move in some desperate attempt to speak. I wondered how it sounded now, my voice. I only knew now that it had probably been nothing more than a sobbed croak, as the younger man had moved his fingers, fumbling slightly as he rubbed the tears away. I leaned into the touch to help him reach, and his lips smoothed into that damned smile again. It was beautiful. More beautiful than the sun that shone in the sky. I tried to smile in return, letting my cheeks rise.
Alfred’s gaze rest on my chin. My heart sank, but I kept smiling despite the ache in my chest as I held his chin, raising his gaze until his eyes stared vaguely at mine. His smile faltered, and I knew why.
My hands moved to touch his cheeks, and I saw those lips move in the way they did when he said my name; ‘Arthur…’
I leaned close to him, let our warm lips brush together. He kissed me back, holding at my face desperately, and I felt myself whimper against his mouth. Our breaths mingled as I oulled back, and I knew he was feeling me breathe against him. His eyes blinked slowly, and he spoke. ‘I love you, Arthur.’
I tried to voice my response, but I don’t know how I sounded to him. I smiled against his touch, pressing my lips to the palm of his hand.
Alfred stared, but he smiled. He was blind. He couldn’t see me, but it was alright. I could see him. I could feel him, taste him; I just couldn’t hear him.
I wanted to hear Alfred laugh. Just once. Alfred’s lips moved in my line of sight, and my heart nearly broke for what felt like the hundredth time.
‘I wish I could see your beautiful face..’
That was the third time we wept together.
"You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. I wish you a wrestling match with your creative muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories – science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world."-
Ray Bradbury (via venebelle)
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fuck yeah ! digital painting: 10 beneficial things artists should ask themselves:
From Imaginism (Bobby Cheiu & Kei Acedera):
Here’s 10 important questions to ask yourself. Read them constantly as a checklist to make sure your are heading in the right direction and using your artistic potential.
1. What motivates you to create art? Write down your…
This is a project for my leadership class back in high school that I’ve turned into a Tumblr challenge. Post an audio file, video, or lyrics for each song once per day (or however you want to divvy it up). Then post pictures of the people who are influential to you, a line per day, and end with 5 of your best characteristics on the final day (be creative here, nice thorough descriptions). ENJOY! :] submitted by jaykunrawrs
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