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i’m not somebody you know, could you just leave me alone?

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Thought I’d illustrate a piece inspired by The Last of Us.

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how people learn lore about me is so fun and unique because they’ll say something and i’ll be like oh that reminds me of the time god set my house on fire and condemned my family to hell! like idk it unlocks a memory and then i just unleash horrific facts about my past

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a poem i wrote for my boyfriend !!

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i love you so much, sometimes i feel like i’m overflowing.

and maybe if i am the moon and the stars and the sun, you are the sky holding me in warm embrace (letting me shine).

and if you are such a horrible monster, your teeth have only grazed me.

if your hands only do wrong, why have they held me so dear? maybe you are blunt, unsure, lost. but you are no monster. when they made you, they made you a face of war - they made you into a weapon, told everyone that this gun goes off at the slightest touch. it’s just that .. i have never seen a dangerous thing try so hard to be gentle. one day, we will share your bed like we talk about. one day, we will sit in a sunlit field and stare up at the clouds. one day, you will learn you are not what past you were made to live in.

we will dance and sing, heart to heart and hand to hand - hip to thigh, face to neck. if there is a wildfire that lives in your ribs, i will let it live in mine, too. if there are tears in your heart, i will find needle and thread strong enough to remedy your pain; sutures of gold to brave the rough. we will travel the world, we will see what sights we thought we’d never when we were kids. we will share drinks and go to parties, we will love big and vast. we will walk careful along thin lines (and if you slip, i will pull you back up), we will run free and wild (and if i fall, you will help me stand again) and we will simply be.

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there is somewhat of a memory of my childhood, a stained glass collection of what once was (and what will never be again).

a girl with red hair riding her bike around a small backyard, a red heeler watching her from the porch. a blue heeler standing at the wood, a forgotten ball, an uncomfortable bed, late night television, a broken arm. none of it has ever been entirely good - nothing worth remembering, and maybe that’s why it’s grown to be so foggy. a farmhouse, an older man, early puberty. stolen innocence. dirty hands, fresh tea, crying in the flowers. no air conditioning, a floor littered with nails, empty cabinets. maybe when your stomach is empty for so long, you become empty. pill bottles scattered all over the kitchen, on mom’s nightstand, in the closet. tattered furniture, open windows, having a seizure in a hot-pink princess room. there is no solid, clear past. just ghosts. we are just ghosts. whoever that girl was, she’s dead. no more sweet rice in the pot, no more riding bikes, no more snowball fights, no more hugs from mom. there is nothing here anymore, but if i shattered the glass, it’d feel worse.

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doodle of my oc lamb (smaller 1) n roddy’s oc west !! they are the soulest of soulmates

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enough’s enough, projector.

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sunrays and quiet moments

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Find your heart on the pavement, eyes glowing road signs in the streetlights. There is blood dripping from your intent, running down the smooth surface of your morality — your hands have done only wrong. Your teeth are the scattered shards of broken stars in a lost and dark night, your body is a vessel for nocturnal pyromaniacs looking to light themselves on fire. Hold out your unearthly hands, cradle oceans of doubt, save the animals from the people, save the people from the people. Still, even with this, you find yourself wandering abandoned trails - pushing through fields of corpses, hoping one day you will hear again the sound of muffled laughter and music. Dogs chase behind, nipping at your heels- but maybe that’s the least of your concern, after all, you haven’t burned all those bridges. Tilt your head and stare into the moonlight, try to find what pieces of you that you left here dozens of moons ago, wonder why you must tuck away your wings and cry into the endless nothing.

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couldn’t get it to actually. not be blurry idk medibang is a godless monster, but art of my boyfriend and i’s sonas :]

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- Dog star, burning through a vast black sky -

In memory of Laika: a greater friend to mankind than mankind was to her.

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Strange roadside buildings where you shouldn’t ever go.

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no kin/id/etc tags or associations

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*proceeds to rant about humankind on omnichan*

(idea for the last line came from here)

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hoodie vampire

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