Liminal - Blog Posts
poison tree sighting (in my restless dreams, I see that town)
May our bodies rot together.
Train Chaser
A being discovered after travel through unstable areas by train became popular. It chases down anything on rails using its tendrils to grab and anchor itself to the backmost train car. Cutting it off with its jaws and replacing it, luring people to an untimely demise. If this doesn't work, it will simply tear the locomotive apart car by car until nothing remains.
playing pool with my friends turned into exploring the liminal spaces
super late spooky post (not that spooky but i dont have anything else) that was produced on nothing but straight up whimsy
i dont know who made the background image but i found it on pinterest under 'liminal garden', i think its level 150 of backrooms but i cant find the original creator of the image, sorry :(
Danny, Midoriya, and Shinsou art for my crossover fic
Do me a favor and avert your eyes from Shinsou.
TW: SH scars, extensive scarring
Art for “Liminality Counts as a Quirk… Right?”
This art piece is inspired by chapter 10 where Danny compares Izuku to a balloon “FLIGHT - More of a float. He could hover a few feet overground. (So he’s a balloon? -D)”
I did this because I was bored tbh.
Introduicng: LIMINAL MIDORIYA. this only took me like 40 mins
I saved you a wish. now make it
*not my art work*
the space in between
Aesthetics is the branch of philosophy concerned with the nature and appreciation of art, beauty and good taste.
today my therapist said im manic
horrifically validating, equally terrifying
Visited my old elementary school, it was kinda surreal
ESOTERIC DUMPSTER VOL. 1, ISSUE #1: "CALM BEFORE THE STORM"
***POSTING LATE IT IS OFFICIALLY 2025 NOW but everything I said still stands. It is Monday, October 7th, and I've been consuming copious amounts of archived ROOKIE magazine posts because with the dying leaves, (and, cough cough, HURRICANE MILTON) an overwhelming nostalgia has really kicked in, as well as anticipation for my last trick-or-treat-able Halloween. This may only be on my mind because my little brother is turning 16 in a few days, but I feel like everybody makes a big deal about turning 16 and 18 without considering how damn weird it feels to be 17. Seventeen is like a placeholder for a future you can't have yet. Seventeen is antsy to be an adult and also scared shitless that it won't be a kid for much longer. Seventeen takes blurry, desperate pictures on ancient digital cameras to stretch single moments into fascinations. Seventeen takes its time. It doesn't want to be over this soon. Seventeen is a liminal space we are happy to dwell in for as long as we can before we realize the cotton candy, knit sweater POVs that "Perks" sold us, while beautifully iterated, are not true. We are not infinite in these bodies. Some of us don't have friends magically appear on the first day of freshman year, like Charlie. The Rocky Horror Picture Show might as well be lost media at this point, and good cinema like it might as well be replaced by artificially scripted, acted, and animated movies. Here I am wondering why we're so nostalgic and lost-feeling at seventeen, but the answer actually seems obvious. There is nothing organically good on the horizon for us- AI movies might be the headcanon for the younger generation of suckers who didn't ask to be born. World War Three might not make anyone bat an eyelash. We cling to the past because it was creative and real, and there's something missing from our lives now that we seek to fill with empty content. I'm rambling, I realize that. It's a beautiful night tonight, the sunset was spectacular. The air is cooling, the clouds are dark but removed. This is the "calm before the storm". So, here's few photos of me and my friends yesterday night as we swam at the beach and hung around a lifeguard chair in a subtle, unconscious attempt to make ourselves infinite while we still have the chance, before a storm both literal and figurative. SONGS: "At Seventeen", by the master of gay yearning folk music, Janis Ian, and........................ "Sleep Apnea", by the masters of youthful yearning mid-tempo indie jams, Beach Fossils.
Golbo in a handmade sweater! :D (Golbo belongs to ppl behind @zooliminology )
He's just a little guy 🥺 (Longlegs belongs to ppl behind @zooliminology)
Living Room made in blender based off the image on the right the other images are just showing some wires i made in grease pencil
Crawlspace - A Bit Claustrophobic
Here’s what I mean by “no one is around”.
Seriously, are they busy or something? And now I’m stuck listening to this music. Ugh…
Where did everyone go?
I mean…it looks lovely, but I haven’t seen anyone for a while now…At least it allows me to hide here.
