And alone in my room
I am the last of a lost civilization
And I vanish into the dark
And rise above my station
Rise above my station
-Hast thou Considered the Tetrapod, the Mountain Goats
maybe this is too niche an idea, but it seems a shame to me that no ex-Protestant TMG fan here on tumblr (as far as I can tell) has ever used held under these smothering waves / by your strong and thick-veined hand / but one of these days / I am gonna wriggle up on dry land for an art piece about leaving the church. I know I am not the only one whose baptism did not sit right in their soul.
(if anyone suddenly decides the idea is up their alley to use, well, you're welcome.)
Its been a while, Im sorry. Heres a self portrait :)
[ID: a digital art piece of a young man exhaling bright red smoke. The smoke covers his eyes, nose and mouth. He has short black hair, two earrings and a grey shirt. Above him is the text “one of these days im gonna wriggle up on dry land” in white contrasting the black background. End ID]