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3shwiwt27iqpwuq00xx · 22 days

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some drawings, 2023

bandages, buttons, tape, hair accessories

#art collage girl girlart drawing suckerpunch normalpeoplescareme coffee sepia coolgirl craft bricolage

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3shwiwt27iqpwuq00xx · 2 months

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#art #flesh and blood #chewy bones #bones #bathroom floor

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3shwiwt27iqpwuq00xx · 2 months

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MMMODE DEPOT, prototype, 2024

#fashion #mode #luxury #luxurious #lucid #d #depot #marrante

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3shwiwt27iqpwuq00xx · 3 months

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me, 2015

#post your teenage self #forest #lonely #sad boy #pre transition #sadness #snow #dr martens #thinking of him #gay #gay girl winter

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3shwiwt27iqpwuq00xx · 4 months

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drawing I made from Zoe Benson (2014)

#American Horror Story Coven #zoe benson #taissa farmiga #ahs coven #on wednesdays we wear black

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3shwiwt27iqpwuq00xx · 4 months

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Babydoll with tears in Sucker Punch (2011)

#babydoll #sucker punch #coquette #crying #rot girl winter #girl interrupted #bpd

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3shwiwt27iqpwuq00xx · 4 months

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In a tale of woe and strange dismay,

A damsel, poor, in porcelain lay. Beneath the moon, in a chamber tight, A toilet-bound princess, ill in plight.

For years, a fever held her close, Its every grasp, a relentless dose. To vomit ceaseless, a cruel decree, She yearned for a cure, a remedy.

With each passing moment, hope did fade, As time marched on, and the lock decayed. The door became a stubborn foe,

Rusted and stuck, a relentless woe.

In her porcelain prison, the floor adorned, With buttons of vomit, a scene forlorn. Desperation whispered, she must break free, Escape this loo, regain liberty.

A peculiar notion did then arise,

To shed her bones, a most strange guise. Softening her form, like a willow's grace,

She elongated herself in that confined space.

Through pipes and tunnels, a sewer's embrace, She wriggled and slithered, a serpentine trace. Emerging at last through a manhole wide, Back to the surface, where shadows hide.

Released from the porcelain grip so tight, Into the night, under pale moonlight.

A peculiar journey, a tale bizarre,

Of a damsel who escaped, like a falling star