Sometimes You Gotta Do What You Gotta Do.

I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.

It's right-handed

I am right-handed

There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly

I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.

There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.

I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.

A homo erectus made it

Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.

Who were you

A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?

Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?

Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?

Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?

Who were you?

What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?

What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.

Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?

Or has it always been divine?

Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?

Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.

The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.

Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?

I'm not religious.

But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine

I don't know what is.

Happy birthday to me, love my friends that came to spend the day with me we will be playing just dance til' the sun rise again XD

Pilote part 2

I didn’t wanted to go back to school naturally but i knew I couldn’t runaway so packed my stuff and leave the house. It’s not like I dislike school in general but the only reason why I’m still going in class is that I don’t want to leave my friends and disappoint my parents. My friends are awesome, I missed them during break, they are so cool ! 

Léandre is the horror film fan, Lise is the pansexual meme lord with Ladia her best friend (she is strange but we love her equally as the others), Johan is the punk, sweet psycho that just look like a fan of Kurt Cobain, Katerina is the quiet girl that come from a other country but she’s great and have the same passion as Jo, Cassandre is the friend that seems to be quiet but is not and Nora is the mom friend. 

I, on the other hand is the conflicting child : pansexual, asexual genderfluid disaster with oblivious parents, with social anxiety but who is loud and make friends easily ( I’m sure I was supposed to be an extrovert but they messed up at last second), scared of what could hide in the shadows but loves being in the dark cuz find it calm and “safe”, I’m the cliché of a disaster teen.

I’m sure you wonder why I’m telling you that, well I don’t know I’ll find out why eventually, but for the moment let’s just continue to tell you my stupid story.

I miss the old blessed time were I was young and had no worries, when we didn’t care about gender, colors or sexual orientation, because we didn’t knew those were things. I remember friends that I make when I was abroad when I was young, I wont see them again but I cherish all the good memories I have. May you to have memories such a these to keep in your heart for the bad days who comes to everyone at one point or an other.

Now all that they care about is popularity, the physical appearance and the rumors. I tried to live like that but damn! it’s so much more complicated than I was expected ! Living like you are really is easier and for ounce I chose the easiest option. I wasn’t able to keep on lying because as an empath that made me feel sick. I know I sound like an arsehole but please don’t hate me for that… 

Since nobody will ever find my blog I’m just gonna start writing a story

This has nothing to do with my book but hell yeah ! COLOURS !!!!! Somehow it takes a lot of time to draw something like that, like 3hours or something.

blog on hiatus?

Yes, um, hello everyone ! Finals are approaching and I am studying harder than ever to pass so everything is slow, dont worry the drawings are still something I wanna do its just...I aient got much time now...sorry

Do you even read something so bad, or play a game with terrible script and worldbuilding that you think "I'm not even good at writing but even I would do a better job ?" Yep, that was me when I was 14 and today I just finished writing my first book. Keep your eyes peeled because I fully intend to publish it !

The castle and the sea of cloud

To be completely honest this one was the first and I believed at that time it was just a dream and nothing more.

I was sitting under an arch on the side of a long open corridor, at one extremity there was a door, a monumental door, and on the other side it would simply connect with another corridor. I knew that if I went this way I would find a garden with apple trees with golden apples and blueberry bushes. The stone the pillars and the arch were made of was white stone which was lightly pink and golden due to the setting sun. My head was resting on the pillar and next to me was the empty of the sky. It was filled with clouds and I could almost touch them. 

Beyond the roof of the castle the sky was a light blue becoming purple and the moon was bigger and brighter.

I heard laughs echoes on the walls and two teenagers arrived running and laughing, they stopped at the door and tried to calm themselves before knocking on it. They didn’t see my but I was watching them smiling softly.

I turned back to the moon and sight before getting up. I was taller than I normally am, my skin was a deep blue-grey and my jet black hair were tickling my face in the lazy breeze.

We ended the year with a sweet dnd session and I traumatized my players once again with some heartbreaking lore and terrifying creatures. Here are two awesome character they met along the way !

Prise flag but its just the Michel-Levy chart also called the Newton colour of interferences chart