Don’t you love literally having no one.. Can’t trust anyone. Can’t tell anyone how you really feel and how all you want to do is die. Or how you literally beg god to just kill you to make this feeling stop. People say they are there but they aren’t. Like seriously, when I need people the most they fucking leave or don’t give a shit. But when they need me I’m always there for them and I just can’t do it anymore. I wanna sleep all day. Like, I am a complete piece of shit. I’m worthless and people only come around when they need something an leave when something better comes along. Whatever. Totally done. All I do is try to be there and yet I am the bad guy. The shitty person. What fucking ever
fill a tray with water. blow, fan, stir, dab, and drag paint or colored ink across its surface. put a sheet of washi paper on top to stain it with the floating art.
though called “turkish” paper marbling by europeans, this design technique was developed in east asia, central asia, and the islamic world. it is an important part of turkic, tajik, indian, and other asian and middle eastern cultures.
I want to try this.
I’ve done this! Long, long ago (as in, when I was in 4th grade), but it was a lot of fun. Hmmm, I’ll have to check and see what mediums need to be used for this, because doing marbled papers with the Noodler’s Black Swan In Australian Roses ink would be very pretty.