I used to draw with pencil on paper, scan & paint as my main process, but I haven't done it in a LONG time. I wanted to try it out again with this one. 💗
anytime someone asks me if i have a boyfriend or valentine’s day plans this february i will start off by telling them that i’m a lesbian and that our valentine’s is on a different day than theirs
being alive is like: you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you haven't known for a long time. you want to go home but you don't know where you'd go. you want to go home you want to go home you want to go home
joints will see you taking a step & be like "i bet i could improve on this with my Cool New Trick." & theyre wrong
everything eats and is eaten
alcohol markers my beloved.
You fucking wish the author was dead. The author is on twitter
hedgehog's dilemma
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all my organs are continuously exploding 24/7. every day when i get home i love nothing more than to pull all my eyelashes out as quickly as possible
what if windows were horror trope.
its 2:57am and the moon has been hovering outside my window for the last hour and i do not think. it is supposed to be there. i think there is supposed to be a building blocking it. i am so sure that i will look at this in the morning and there will be a building there.
what if windows were corrupted or used as vessels for the madness and trickery and horror.
you hear rain, a soothing lullaby, but it's only tapping on your window. you see the moon, or stars, or the sun, or a distant light from a streetlight or other house, something where it most definitely should not be. you look outside and see a thick forest swamped in fog, but you live in the city. your curtains grow fucking teeth or eyes or sentience and close on their own to plunge the room into darkness. it's bright daylight outside but your clock says it's the middle of the night or vice versa. the little lever things unlock on their own.
update on the moon; it has shrunk to a single glob of white in the pitch blackness. it is either sinking below the house and being covered, or the eye is blinking.