#but it’s so lonely

[gottarunfromthelaw]

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You know it’s hard to explain to people my pain with art. Cause it’s not really that my art is bad. But also they can’t really say it’s ever finished. And that’s my problem. I can sketch. I can do little doodles now but before I could actually finish art. I could do so much more and instead I have had this fog since covid and ever since I dropped out of college I cannot bring myself to even force myself to finish anything anymore. Even with the pains I would force myself to finish something and now I can barely draw. I can barely actually do art and it makes me so angry. But I don’t really know anyone in my inner circles that have this? Pain? This betrayal with art? And the fact I can’t do any of the things I use to do makes the anger I have for myself feel overwhelming. It’s just tidal wave have self hatred and frustration of why I can’t do anything and when I try to explain that frustration it doesn’t make any sense to anyone and it makes me even more angry. Why? Why can’t you just do things anymore? Even with the overwhelming stress of school and you pulling out your own hair you did art? Actually beautiful paintings? Water colors and colors. But instead I am just a useless blob who’s terrified to draw on paper. I wish I could have this fear gone. This block this ever growing fog that makes it harder and harder every day. Why keep trying? I want to be in love with art again. I just. I want. I want what I don’t have anymore and there’s only so much I can blame on pressure from family and my body. Agh.

[feefal]

I had this vivid mental image of a moldy Miku and I could've sworn you drew it! Imagine my surprise when all I found was Miku mitosis. I thought for sure you drew her with mold spores all over :(

I haven't but now I think I have to... Miku must be hit with the Mold beam™

[decamarks]

Thinking of becoming a guy that thinks wolves are the most badass and aspirational animal, but about ants. Like wearing t-shirts about being loyal to my Queen and training to bench 5x my bodyweight. Studying ant warfare. Posting shit like this

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[yesokayiknow]

i hope that sometimes fifteen's psychic paper shorts out and shows what fourteen's thinking back on earth. he tries to sneak in somewhere and the guard's like this just says 'need to pick up cat food'? and fifteen's like 🥺 they got a cat

[cirnogaming]

i miss philly already

[donutdrawsthings]

Can we talk about this? I feel like not enough people talk about this happening in the movie

[drops-of-universe]

Guys i’ve found a way to make it through the loneliness!!! substance abuse

[hinamie]

I'll give them shelter like you've done for me

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Vanny and Michael if they met as teens

[rissouu]

the strong scent of vanilla hit his nostrils as he gripped the sides of your waist. his face was nuzzled into your neck, while his hands focused on caging you down onto him. sleep was never easy for gojo, he always had something on his mind. and even when he didn’t it still wasn’t possible for him to get any rest. how could he sleep when he had such a beautiful wife to gaze at?

he was fascinated with every little thing about you. the way your bottom lip curled into a pout when you slept, or how your eyebrows would furrow up as if you were mad.

gojo could go on and on about the smallest of details when it came to you. you were his everything. and also the reason he could never get any sleep, he was too busy being allured by your beauty.

“my beautiful..” he trailed off, leaving soft kisses on your neck, so soft because he didn’t want to wake his gorgeous goddess. “beautiful wife..” now his hands were in your hair, gently soothing your scalp.

the biting didn’t start until he got bored of playing in your hair. gojo’s teeth grazed your neck ever so lightly before slowly sinking in, not enough to hurt you but enough for you to feel it, causing you to stir in your sleep.

his lips sucked at the bite mark offering the irritated skin a sense of relief. the hand that was on your waist, binding you to him was now inside of your shirt, soothing the skin of your back as if you were a baby. his baby.

“i love you s’much my princess, you’re never leaving me okay? our souls are tied for life,” he spoke so softly as he left one last bite, but this time it was to your cheek. and even though you were asleep.. your body seemed to somehow answer for you.

your hand lightly slapped against his cheek, fingers hitting the lids of his eyes. gojo couldn’t stop the low chuckle bubbling from his throat as he gave your sleeping form one last smile before replying.

“im glad ya’ understand mama.”

©rissouu 2024 (im not crying u are).

[saragrosie]

Sketching while streaming s5...

Jonathan Sims I will learn to draw you (this is my doing. I could draw him however I want and I choose to stick with an image of him in my brain that is difficult for me to draw. Masochism.)

Not s5 Mahtins below I enjoyed drawing cuz hes neat:

(Edit: I yassified Martin in the do not separate cuz I wanted his hair fluffier)

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Like the majority of society I’m obsessed with Nimona

And I rewatched it a million times and one thing always sticks out to me 

There are moments when Ambrosius is surrounded by light like a little protective bubble 

That keeps him away from the man he loves more than anything 

[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[froopa-coopa]

"I live a lonely life without you. And I may be troubled, but I'm gracious in defeat."(in dreams - ben howard)

fanart inspired by the fic "buried my love in a shallow grave" by iamcringebutiamfree on AO3 / @grahamfolgersdeliciousnotebooks !!Set right after Jon made it out of the buried. I love it so much🍊💙

[willgrahamscock]

over a million likes and everyone in the comments talking about how they’d rather talk to an ai because it meets their emotional needs, this is the new epidemic.