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So this is living?

Amazing.

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Egg Eyes

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Pink Bones

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Okie dokie

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This is MY ART posted it to the wrong blog fuckcing hell

ART DUMP cuz i said so

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Not a vent!! Style is changing..

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Bubbly candy clown boy

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Vvohh FUCK I like how this looks....

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My arts improving ;0

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lmFAO AKSJJSHS

Take

Some

Big gay

Fan troll art

Her name b like: Tidex Podon

And she’s a huge fucking joke just like me :^)

Based off tidepods

Ik it’s old as fuck but my friends gave me the idea shut up ur mean

K bye

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[an aesthetically pleasing reminder that if you see art you really like… help a buddy out and reblog it :3c]

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Vent art dump

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Art dump 1

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truly

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My BABY BOY!! LOOK AT HIM GO!! Nwah he wuvs being bad oh YESH HE DOESS!! U WUVV VANDWAZING WALLZ DUNT U SNOOKUMS- U WUV WUV WUV BEING BIG N BAD N BOSSY!!!! MY BOSSY BOSSY BABY!!

He,,,

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Mboys.,.,.,.,..,,.,

All the shaggy memes drove me to this point 😎😎😎😎

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Self Love (lil trans poem)

I look at my body, the body everyone accepted. The body I was born with and was told to love. The body I was told to watch over and take care of, so that my soul is spared. This vessel hinders me from being who I am. It cans my confidence and puts me in a group. A group of people I don't understand.

Sure, we share similar features, but to relate? I don't think I can. Because I am not them, I am me. But how can I be me when my body tells me and everyone else who I'm supposed to be? They can't see what I see. They can't feel what I feel in my heart and soul.

And I want to scream "I'm not a girl" I don't belong in that world but my body says otherwise. I am locked in this prison. These bars of flesh and blood. How can I love my body when it tells everyone lies? Lies that I'm fine with she/her and femme.

Lies that I love myself when my mind won't let me. I want to be honest but to be honest I must be bold. But I'm terrified of the things I'd be told. Told I belong here, told my body is mine, told I'm supposed to be fine with this. Told more lies upon slander and so much slander that I may begin to believe it as the truth.

It'd be nice to be cis. To love my body and self with confidence. I yearn for that feeling but it's something I can't achieve. So instead of looking at my body, I tear my eyes away in anger, shame, and pain. As I recall, "this is not my body."