so we thought the people at marvel had just drawn zayn as a random comic-book character
but actually they’ve done more than that
“The guy from that boyband One Direction’s name is Zayn Malik. If you look him up on google you can find a bunch of images of him. I was picturing Robbie as a beefier version of him. Physically strong, with a quiet, troubled expression, […] kind of boyish. Just my initial idea. Opinions and suggestions greatly welcome, as always. I’ll send you the arc breakdowns in my next e-mail.”
so they didn’t just draw zayn, they used him as a reference to CREATE an ACTUAL comic-book character with a name, a personality and an arc
and he’s the protagonist of AN ACTUAL COMIC SERIES
just think of how HAPPY this must have made zayn
So I will try and make sense of it all here.
My brain is an amalgamation of memories shattered like glass at the core of my existence. My heart feels like a home raided, everything valuable stolen, everything that made it a home, broken. The walls still stained with your hand prints, the air still holding so tightly in its grasp the stench of forgotten love.
I was told once that pain brung wisdom, and suffering was worth the excruciation because one would always come through the tunnel and emerge into luminosity.
But it hurts. Nobody ever mentions how devastatingly awful it feels to have tried so hard to keep in tact a reality one had become accustomed to, only to lose it, regardless of how hard it was fought for.
To look into the mirror, to look into picture frames, to gaze upon life and have it be rendered completely unrecognizable.
The greatest pain one will ever know while living is the emptiness after the decline from grace. You will fall, you will shatter, you will know what it is to be empty again. In fact, you will know it so many times, each time will feel more hopeless than that of the one before it.
The greatest uncertainty one will ever know is whether they’ve been endowed with the ability to overcome. To survive.
In the end, survival will keep your world spinning loosely on its axis. It will keep your organs from tying themselves into knots and rotting you from your insides out.
Survival will keep you alive. You will hurt, but the will to survive is to do anything and I suppose that even in the face of one’s greatest turmoil, one must gasp for air after each blow, hold it seance within them, and run like hell towards safety.
the idea of wearing jeans that are not skinny jeans terrifies me now i can’t remember what i used to do with all that extra space around my ankles