Thick skin is not selective.

I’ve been the elephant, the rhinoceros, the heavy-hided behemoth lumbering from place to place.
I’ve watched through wary, little eyes, dry as an exhausted spring, for further aggressions to offer my marred sides to.

And every step was forever,

and every trudge was empty.

Because thick skin is not selective,
and the pelting of hope on a weary corpse can feel the same as that of despair, and so you dismiss them both.
And every day you spend floating,
in the worst way,
in the way that your feet never catch the ground
and you are suspended,
like a ghost,
a tactile apparition,
in a fog without depth, yet infinity.

Then, a pain,
As an arrow finds a worn, cracking hinge in your leathery armor.
And it hurts,
and it is deep,
and with every flashing, stinging pulse, the fog recedes,
your feet touch the ground

Then your knees

Then your palms

And though you find yourself on the pavement, finally you are somewhere again.
And it is here that I began to realize that the worst pain is in fact to be numb, that misery can only be known when you have been in joy before,
and it is better to fall than to have never risen.
I strip away my hide,
until my skin is raw and pink and blistering up,
because thick skin is not selective,
and to lunge into the throes of distress and contentment are preferable by far to the stationary grinding of deflection.

Having thick skin isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. We celebrate emotional indifference and personalities like slabs of granite, but bravery is in accepting the risks we have to take to experience our world. (via danscratch)

Thick skin is not selective.

I’ve been the elephant, the rhinoceros, the heavy-hided behemoth lumbering from place to place.
I’ve watched through wary, little eyes, dry as an exhausted spring, for further aggressions to offer my marred sides to.

And every step was forever,

and every trudge was empty.

Because thick skin is not selective,
and the pelting of hope on a weary corpse can feel the same as that of despair, and so you dismiss them both.
And every day you spend floating,
in the worst way,
in the way that your feet never catch the ground
and you are suspended,
like a ghost,
a tactile apparition,
in a fog without depth, yet infinity.

Then, a pain,
As an arrow finds a worn, cracking hinge in your leathery armor.
And it hurts,
and it is deep,
and with every flashing, stinging pulse, the fog recedes,
your feet touch the ground

Then your knees

Then your palms

And though you find yourself on the pavement, finally you are somewhere again.
And it is here that I began to realize that the worst pain is in fact to be numb, that misery can only be known when you have been in joy before,
and it is better to fall than to have never risen.
I strip away my hide,
until my skin is raw and pink and blistering up,
because thick skin is not selective,
and to lunge into the throes of distress and contentment are preferable by far to the stationary grinding of deflection.

Having thick skin isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. We celebrate emotional indifference and personalities like slabs of granite, but bravery is in accepting the risks we have to take to experience our world. (via danscratch)

danscratch:


I saw Zig do a lady knight and wanted to try it out….SO I WASN’T SURE ABOUT SKIN TONE since there are a lot of varying conclusions, but as an Italian, I know how dark we can get, so I went on the darker side…. If you can guess the insect, you earned a cookie… I’m pretty sure it can be found in Rome, I know it’s in that vicinity ANYWAY here you go an attempt at something different. The Lady Knight generator belongs to dogbomber.

danscratch:

I saw Zig do a lady knight and wanted to try it out….
SO I WASN’T SURE ABOUT SKIN TONE since there are a lot of varying conclusions, but as an Italian, I know how dark we can get, so I went on the darker side…. If you can guess the insect, you earned a cookie… I’m pretty sure it can be found in Rome, I know it’s in that vicinity ANYWAY here you go an attempt at something different. The Lady Knight generator belongs to dogbomber.

danscratch:

Up way too late doodling a largely-genderfluid monster boy grabbing his catch provocatively HIGH FINE ART (chugs two-buck chuck furiously)

danscratch:

Up way too late doodling a largely-genderfluid monster boy grabbing his catch provocatively HIGH FINE ART (chugs two-buck chuck furiously)