#a few months ago

[girlplantiess]

[dazedpainter]

i was asked to draw - WORD FOR WORD - "transformers trying the grimace shake" by a friend and i dont know what to think any more

originally from instagram but i thought to post it here since this is slowly becoming my main art account 🤕

[stellacaerulea]

I've been feeling really poor lately

This dress is making me reconsider tho

[clockworkbee]

in that reading era where nothing less than a 3.5★ book sticks in my head all that much

[trying-to-stay-young]

[amiiancasselmanyet]

Did it take anyone else an extremely long time to realize what truth or dare was about?? Like bro I just realized a couple months ago

[jewishcissiekj]

Padwan by Kristen White is dragging me by my collar back to my Obi-Wan era I'm afraid

[myybeautifulmistakes]

A lil throwback 🥰

[troythecatfish]

I saw this while on a walk

[totentnz]

looking at my pinterest feed, contemplating if i should pin this one keanu picture, risking that he will show up on my feed regularily and i will go insane every time

[measlyscrapofseafood]

big day for me

[beautifult999]

A few months ago

[stephschoices]

new month new pfp ✌🏻

[trashpremiium]

y’all ever just find out something batshit insane about someone you grew up with and you’re left with the feeling of like. huh i’ve grown up and changed and everything has changed.

[glacierruler]

So, a few minutes ago, I made this poem, and I just wanted to rant about my mental space here. But in order to do that, I need to give backstory to everything. So-

CWs: death, suicide, depression, self harm,

A few years ago, in 2019, over summer break(the month of May), a close friend of mine committed suicide. She was the smartest, funniest, kindest, person I have ever met. And for the longest time, I was mad at everything, and in a way I still am. I got to a point where the next year, I started hurting myself. On purpose. I've stopped since then, with a few relapses. Anyways, I was upset. This is something that effected me deeply so fucking deeply. The difference from a death in the family from expected or unexpected causes, to a friend committing suicide is huge. It's big. And I've always had trouble with accepting death. But it's so much different when it's a suicide, at least to me. And I think it's because with expected/unexpected causes it's not the person deciding they were done with everything, in fact the person had no say in it, vs. suicide which they decided to go. They decided that everything would be better if they weren't there. And that makes it worse somehow(to me at least, I know everyone is different). Anyways, my mental health wasn't great to say the least. And I think in a way, when my friend died, I died. Which hadn't happened with the other deaths in the family, like it was sad and I was depressed. But I could still feel joy. Anyways, when she died, in a sense I died to. But because I wasn't literally dead, I could at least try to live again. Only I didn't realize this until now. I didn't realize that in a sense I was dead. Lying in a coffin of my own sorrows and depression(I want to be more descriptive on this, but I don't know how so I hope you understand what I mean). Until now, and it's not something that I'm going to be able to get up from and walk away. It's something that I need to work on, and get to by myself. Not by myself as in no one can help me, but by myself in a sense that the journey is my own, and people can come with if they want. It's going to be slow, and I might not ever get back to living. But making the effort to get better, helps in a sense, I know it does. I've done that before, on a much much smaller scale, but I have done it before. And I think the journey I need to take is through poetry, and maybe abstract art. But poetry helps more for some reason. Anyways, this is a long winded way of saying, that I will be actively trying to get better from now on, just bear with me please?

[hoodiehydra]

oh gAWD- ITS HILARIOUS HOW PEOPLE ARE NOW LIKING MY PREVIOUS WRITING.

KEEP DOING IT-

RB TOO GODMDKKSDJ