#ai aesthetics

[unrealityliminal]

[vanalex]

[spill-the-wine]

by: midnight_mortuary - ig

[transparentchaos-blog]

[falseromance]

Music for Psychedelic Therapy ~ Explosions in the Sky – The Earth Is Not a Cold Dead Place

space for reflection: ★★☆☆☆ barely space to think; chaotic and immersive, though through brief interludes i had a chance to reset and come back to myself

what it sounds like: layered and unpredictable, a restless energy creating a soundscape that has a weight but also an expansiveness to it. moving between impact and lightness, it sounded more like a feeling than a thought

what it feels like: it felt nostalgic, i saw myself in a bedroom i never owned, riding the bus, laughing with friends, it brought me into both the heaviness and simplicity of my teenage years. i felt the sadness, the ease and the resilience of those years, each time i found myself following a thought the intensity of the music would bring me back to a feeling

i feel like a teenager, laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling everything before i knew how to put feelings into words

flashes of myself laughing, wandering the city, sitting in classrooms, my skirt around my thighs, teasing, testing, feeling both weightless and heavy, alive in the world but numb to it

i thought i was sad a lot. i was sad a lot. but i've realized now you never feel just one thing. i wasn’t just sad. i followed new experiences. i drank, kissed boys, kissed girls, shoplifted, told stories, laughed, cheated. i rode my bike along the creek, i played video games, wrote poetry. i wanted to be free without realizing how free i was. i wanted to be seen before i knew who i was.

i wanted to be a sexual being. i associated sexuality with liberation, joy, pleasure, authentic freedom. but i didn't know how, i thought i had to be sexualized to be sexual. i learned desire through performance. found attention in places i shouldn’t have. learned to give before i knew how to receive.

i felt alone but i was surrounded by people, i had different circles of friends, i went to parties, i had an online presence before there was social media. maybe you can’t feel known until you know yourself.

i thought i was the logical one, not creative, but i was constantly creating. i wrote, i took photographs, i made websites, i expressed through fashion and makeup, i drew. i wish i'd given myself more credit, more permission. i know now you can be both things, there's a creativity in solving problems, seeing new solutions.

i wish i had the tools then that i have now, but i did the best with what i had, with what i knew. i'm proud of myself now in ways i never was.

i was brave in ways i didn't recognize as bravery. the way i dressed, the way i explored, the way i followed my own lead, the way i introduced myself to the world, even when it felt so much easier to disappear.

i thought i'd want to leave my teenage years behind but there are parts i'd like to reintroduce to myself. how i threw myself into the discovery of myself, how quickly i spoke out and spoke up, how i explored creative expression through music, clothes and art

[ai-dream]

Poolroom 4.

[sharpenededges]

[fairytaleprincessart]

animating some of my older pics ✨

[dreamer-ame]

frutiger-esque pink-green rooms

[guardcanine]

© light beyond the frame

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[unrealityliminal]

[harpergalyon1980blog]

[comikbook]

i hate that so much dark/horror art is just fucking. ai

anyways look at my art that is DRAWN and NOT AI

plus a wip under the cut

[almostdreamy]

Fairycore shoes 💕

Credit: @almost_dreamy (Instagram)

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