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guardian angel doll goodwill 12/30/2017

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dream

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Me, leaning against the wall with a flirty smirk on my face: "hey good looking, what's cooking?"

The steel factory:

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𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖘.

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Riveting Boss Ferns :3

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Randolph Shaft

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under

足元のワンダーランド

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WrackWagen I, 2024, acrylique sur toile, 49,5 x 35 cm

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some screen tone stranger doodles i did :)

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Highkey, I wanna live in a house or apartment or smth that's furnished mostly with thrift finds and antiques and vintage stuff. Like oddly proportioned stuffed animals, a couch that looks older than your great-grandmother but suspiciously like the one she had, hazy lamps.

I want you to feel slightly uncomfortable upon first entering because I may seem like a serial killer, but soon begin to settle as your sense of time fades and you forget how long you've been here as you have a telepathic conversation with the plush clown that has realistic bead eyes. You'd swear it actually replies and understands you and it isn't just you having a mental conversation with yourself, but you aren't disturbed by it. I, without asking you about the clown, tell you her name. It's Gertrude. You say hello. She didn't just wave, did she? No, not possible. I adjust my large glasses, stand up from the small circular table we were sitting at. I offer you a drink. You decline. I ask one more time, you insist you're fine. I accept, and make myself a drink. You watch. I pull out an old, glass bottle with a vaguely golden-brown liquid in it, pouring some into a porcelain cup with a frog on it. I put the bottle back, and come back to the table. You ask what I'm drinking, you couldn't see the label on the bottle. I know that you know that there was no label. I respond. My voice is clear until I name the drink. You can't understand. You ask a few more times, each time my voice more distorted and incomprehensible. You smile and nod. We talk. Has it been hours? It felt like hours. Or did it feel like minutes? We have been talking. I bring you to sit by a bookshelf and I pull out a large, dusty book. I blow the dust off. The dust cloud blocks your vision. The dust settles. You are outside. You check the time. Same as when you arrived. You leave.

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Some general inspirations for schoolrust:

Gothic art

Japanese horror

Nostalgia

Thrift/vintage stores

J-fashion ( egl, mori kei, jirai kei, etc.)

Late 2000s/early 2010s urban legends

Urbex (esp industrialized & "outdated" areas)

Grunge

My hometown

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all doors here lead to decay

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N Arizona Ave, Chandler, Arizona.

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