#hello followers

[keifeli]

what is that

[toastermelody]

baby's first cyberbullying

[mistersillyyy]

(Waaaaa sound effect)

[charbles]

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!!!! :D!!! HAPPY FRIDAY!!!!

A LITTLE UPDATE FOR ALL OF YOU! The burn on my hand is healing NICELY!! WE ARE SO BACK GUYS!! [kinda]

Im doing a lot better than i was last night in regards to comfort. Thank all of you for understanding and boosting my lil message :]

i fully intend on drawing responses and requests when i get home!

have a LOVELY DAY EVERYONE!!

[starrycassi]

I'm going through the major art block ever so if anyone wants me to write literally anything (short of sex and the likes, u know) about any of the fandoms I'm in just like. tell me. Damn I'll write oc shit if you want me to I'm just so out of ideas rn

Or if u like any of my series and want it to continue? Tell me. College is draining all of my braincells so I need to get back to creative work

[vaniloqu3nce]

WOAH! thats a lot of people, thats more than…six i think. Don’t quote me on that.

I know I’ve said this before but I really hope everyone who follows me mutes me immediately cause all I do is post every thought I have about wenclair no matter what time it is im so sorry

[bluseum]

flow of consciousness, i.e. Emily Berry

never just die, because you move through the air better than anyone, and i still can't figure out what i need from you, if anything. i feel like i ruined your peace - clumsy and large and overencumbered and thrashing without care in the space you surround yourself with. i thrash because i feel trapped - my head is pulled and pushed into warm water - nothing here is as simple as push and pull, and i feel like a cliché, marring your pure simplicity with unnecessary speech, ever jarred by the silence that it’s difficult to find comfortable. trapped because you knowingly or unknowingly detest what i love to say - detest the noises in my mind i’d like to put into text - it makes me sick and i hate you - nobody does - if you only knew who didn’t. i think dashes are overimplimented. it works as a crime - you are disgusted by the action and yet i beg the intention is different. i swear the feelings are purer and far more complex - now, we descend into YA novels, and Creep by Radiohead. let the constant mind music resonate - you were never watching, but may have been listening - as your cohort of atoms lay lavishly spread, shining, and if better things come i can hope whatever comes of me can intertwine with them - relaxed, complacent, drifting with no push or pull. i try my hardest not to admire you. i don’t know if you believe it. i have spread myself far away from you, to many a person or some alienated subject that disgusts or offends you - i’m left wondering if this is what the intense emotion of an artist feels like - this is, after all, tragic. we have our moments, however, it has to be said. you would hate this. who knows if you dislike the effort - a whole life feels heavy, aches the mind, that’s certainly how it feels. this water must be full of chlorine. i never believe a word you say, or write, nor do i believe my own ego. i have made myself a fiction, a stage presence, a character that cuts a cage between me and my logical thoughts. never have i been met with such a numbing, jarring, stalling problem - the mind crashes - i relent to say ‘emotion’ - emotion is used to explain everything - but alas, the humanities student within me calls for it. i don’t, after all, fully believe in anything more. i have never fully believed in anything - my conviction has always been weak - unhelpful, as i fear i catch your disdainful glances when i agree with you on occasion. i don’t know what you know (don’t take that phrase at face value) and how you choose to put it across. there is always someone to do something more. i rush, between everything, i always occupy myself, with people, drama, ruining things to avoid you, thanks to my own guilt at everything i speak. i have come out wrong - that much is clear. i especially regret this heaviness - the text with which i pile on you, but the moment i feel bad for you, i instinctively stop myself - too much sympathy is belittling - and i’ve spent the longest time gradually changing things but nothing seems to change. maybe it went too wrong too early - the great human tragedy. this, in itself, is too much. but it might not be - although, in full honesty, it probably is. (although i’m still unsure - my conviction wavers). not one person will read every word - not even i have read this back to myself, and i never will, neither will you, and we will go on unaffected in our undoubtable splendour. people are thinking about both of us (not at the same time, let’s not be creepy) and that provides me with a sense of guilt, oddly. i once wrote an essay on control of the consciousness - i feel like the patriarch i describe - i scorn my own rancid ‘identity’ - i have sold myself incorrectly and that is difficult to rectify. workers that lie on their CVs only prove their lies to be lies by working poorly, ruining a system that they are then removed from. yet, sometimes analogies are irrelevant (see the twitter community note - ‘that’s a dog’). i have missed out key words from this that prove points. i’d go on, but i’m about to hit the paragraph limit. like i said, heavy. no dash to lessen the impact.

[cadaver-sniffing-dog]

get to know me ^-^

[made-nondescript]

if you're doing this may I recommend throwing a few wayward thoughts in tags of the art you're swishing around because I promise the artist will be thrilled

there is simply no greater joy than going nuts over someones art. staring at it and picking out the details. putting it in my mouth and swishing it around and picking out the undertones. awah. i love you artists i love you forever

[weepinglavenders]

If anyone actually reads my bio to see what I blog about fandom wise I must tell you it almost changes every week. Not because I am no longer apart of that fandom but it's no longer my top ones! If it pops back up I'll deffentifly blog about it again (for example: Indigo Park) but at the moment it's not my current thing!

That's all! I'll try to post a bit more sorry I've been a little inactive I've been really busy!! ♡♡

[officialspec]

me thrun

[michaelwhowalksatnight]

sometimes ppl follow me on this blog and it scares me bc this is my super secret nobody knows who i am blog where i can be as cringe and free as i want

[dannybobany]

Like three people have followed me since I entered a creation slump and they don’t even know about my fnaf au that this account is actually mainly about- they don’t even know

Hello new additions to my tiny little collection of followers, abandon all hope ye who enter here <3 anyway I will be drawing Jeremy soon or maybe The thing not to be named but generally referred to by “it” I haven’t drawn it in awhile and I need to make a post about it for the two people who care about this au !!

[weaselishmcdiesel]

the lovers ever

[starrycassi]

*tapping hairbrush like a mic and talking to the void to ask what I should update because I genuinely lost track of what the fuck I've uploaded on this account and I'm too lazy to search*

[vaniloqu3nce]

The more people that follow me the worse I feel about posting so often I hope y’all have notifs off or something 😭