Here It Is !! (albeit Really Late ) Linda From Samba De Amigo And Linda From Rio (2011).

Pilot part 5

Hey, long time no see, it's like the hundreds time I try to post this, and I was so close twenty seconds before but it disappeared, I don't have the strength to write down everything again. I was talking about the places I wanted to be instead of my current location : the ocean, on a hill and in space watching a supernova. A friend of mine confess his feelings to me and it feels so wrong and weird. I feel sick and I want to cry ! Everybody keeps telling me I should be happy but I am NOT HAPPY! I feel bad, I don't like it,I am scared and I don't know what to say! I don't understand, I don't like it, I want to run away from my life! Be anyone else! Nobody will ever find this account, I know those things I post are supposed to be part of the pilot of the story I planned to write but I use them essentially as a diary. Goodbye

Being in geology means struggling with trying to take a pic through the microscope binoculars (biologist also know the pain lmao)

My hands are shaking lol.

Nanami Kento as a Palace guard from Aladdin (1998) for @princeasimdiya12 !

Plus a bonus Gojo as Aladdin in his prince disguise!

Hope you like it !

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

The bench at the edge of the universe.

I sat there. Silently. I said nothing when he sat next to me. We just stared in silence at what was in front of us. How should I describe that ? Light was a liquid, a see of stars and supernovae. Blindingly bright yet soothing to look at. It shifted like gentle wave under the breeze. I witnessed with my own two eyes the universe unfold all its mysteries. I watched in awe as the big bang happened again. We sat there witnessing the reinvention of time, of matter, of gravity, of life. It expanded until it broke and folded on itself until it vanished from existence and once again exploded into this incredible ocean of possibilities.

From the silence came his voice. "Why are you here?" He asked, and suddenly I heard the universe sing

"I do not know" I answered

"It's alright "

"Why are you here?" I asked

"Because the burden of life sometimes gets to heavy for my to lift it"

"So you come here to rest?"

"I am always here, it's just that sometimes I take a tangible form"

"Wouldn't it be heavier that way?"

"No. You humans do not carry this burden. I feel light when I am you"

"I do not feel so light when I am awake"

"Well come back here anytime you need then. You'll always exist here. You just need to remember 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.

Today I wrote a poem, there is no to a little rhymes but in a way it is one of the most beautiful I wrote.

It's a thousand or so words and it's about hope.

Pilot part 4

Today was a rough day, I’m starting to think I’m just not meant to success. I had a test in italian and d*** ! I think I will have a 9/40 and I still believe I’m generous. There’s a thing with the teacher… I can’t stand her, her voice and how she act it’s like she was screaming “I’M AN HYPOCRITICAL !!!”, she sound fake and selfish, she just don’t care about teaching us anything and if you don’t understand it’s limit if she don’t insult you. I’m still trying my best but I feel like I’m unconsciously giving up a little more every times I go to her class.

Apart of that the day was really boring, like if I haven’t left for two weeks and only came back, the teachers, the lesson, the rythme, everything was so natural and yet so strange… 

I thought coming back would help me to quit this feeling of emptiness and loneliness but it didn’t work for long. I think I need a HUG from a friend, or at least an entire day to speak with them without being interrupted ! 

I need an exit door, I feel like starting a Kickstarter to raise enough money to be sure I have anything I need to open a portal to an other dimension. Maybe I will throw myself inside or maybe I will just watch things come from it and ruining everything. No I love you too much Earth to destroy you ! I will only open it and then close it as soon as I’m on the other side.

Should I try ? Ridiculous it wont work… unless ? No, I don’t think it will ever work so it don’t hurt to try, no ? I’ll try to find information about that, just for the joke and the science of course !

I want to draw space related stuff but I have to draw real things for my art class, raaaah ! I am never free ! 

I will stop complaining here, this one is shorter than the others but I don’t think I have anything else to say for today. Have a good day !

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.

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.