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Learning how to do pixel art. I think I made a depressed Nacli. Or an emo mushroom:
The photo I was attempting to recreate:
Learning how to use Photopea
Edited Photo:
Original Photo:
Some old poems of mine (5):
TW: depression
Dreams:
To get away from this house.
To be myself
and get away from these shackles
that drag me down.
To be happy and love myself.
But the thing about dreams
is that they're impossible to accomplish,
and few ever succeed.
Some old poems of mine (4):
TW: depression, mental & emotional abuse
Mornings:
What I dread the most about mornings,
is waking up.
Waking up to a new day of pain,
of anguish,
of a never-ending cycle
that tears me apart.
Waking up to a family
that isn't family,
and being beaten
until I wish it would all end.
The worst part about mornings,
is having to stop dreaming.
TW: poor mental health, self-harm
Help Me:
Can you help me feel comfortable in my skin and keep the demons from getting in?
Can you help me silence the voices when I'm going deaf from all the noises?
Can you help me keep my hands away from my itch though all I want to do is tear my skin off when I scritch?
Can you help me steady my breathing if the choking air gets too seizing?
Can you help me save myself from drowning in my negativity before your place in my life starts uncrowning?
Might be part of something larger.
TW: depression, self-harm, suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, blood
Red. Red was a beautiful color. It wasn't her favorite color but there was something enchanting about it. The way it flowed down her arm into the sink, taking her pain and memories with it. She couldn't tear her eyes away even if those people were screaming at her. Red. Down her arm. Red. Down the sink. Red red red. Down the drain. It was the only time she felt okay. Though she had to do it often since the feelings didn't last long. The relief, the comfort she felt in her skin for once, how she finally loved herself in those moments, it was all too short. She needed more red. Enough to last longer. To last the rest of her life. It was the only way she'd ever be okay.
Some old poems of mine (3):
Screaming:
He won't stop screaming
I can't stop scratching
Day after day after day after day
He keeps screaming
I keep bleeding
Day after day after day after day
He still screams
I still scratch
It never ends
He never stops
It won't stop he won't stop
So my heart stops instead
Some old poems of mine (2):
Headphones:
He yells
I put on my headphones
But even they can't drown out his anger
Or the looks that say:
"This is your fault"
"You just get in the way"
"It would be better if you never existed"
But all I can do
is put on my headphones
Some old poems of mine (1):
Leave:
Blood is thicker than water.
Or so they say.
Maybe they lived in a different world.
I believe,
that what doesn't have a form
is even stronger
because it's what you imagine.
Family can become enemies
and friends can become family.
Strangers can catch you when you fall
while people you know are content to let you hit the ground.
Forget the mindset that you have to stay
and take care of yourself.
I reeeaally like her design. This is Ruberta and she handles guns, alot of guns. I don’t remember why I gave her one eye, that might make it hard to aim.
I’m really happy with how this one turned out. Her name is Rosa and she’s a feild medic. Her idea came from one of those theme generators.
Something I’m proud of.
When I was in my freshman year of high school, there was a competition that you could submit an original play to be put in by our school.
I wrote a lay about a lady coming out as asexual to her childhood best friend.
I worked hard on it and submitted it on time and waited for a response.
And it absolutely made my day when I got the notification that my play had been selected!
My play was put on as a fully student run production and is on YouTube in a compilation of the winning plays from that year.
That is something I’m proud of.
🤔
I've been thinking about starting a writing series of sorts. Not like, specific Copyright characters, but my own sort of thing. Professor/Villain/Coworker x M! Reader (because I only do Male reader stories).
So like, lemme know what y'all would like to see me write!
Also!!! Thank y'all for all of the love on my Muriel pic, and all the new followers! I'll consider something special to do once I get up to 100, but I can't fully guarantee 😅.
Little peak of deadly magic 2!! Who is this mysterious TV lady? :0
You will know soon ;3c
Moe Hanako
just a side character I made
I drew peach as a prostitute, because she would probably get voted out of office or something, for like tax fraud, then goes homeless
Skrimblo cutie fanart
dont know what to write
sori
Cigarette and Beer
Skeleton Portrait
Cute Pinup Fairy I did for a CottageCore contest
I've only read like 2-3 stories but they are amazing. Pls go check them out. You wont regret it.
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