I am in a fully fledged panic, and I wish that I could perhaps have planned it.
The sky is falling down around me and I'm too many miles from home, off of work and far too weak.
My mind is failing me as it struggles to process my actions, decisions, and consequences from the days before high school.
I wish I could stand on my own and burn the world, or at least tear down the government that doesn't give two shits about me.
This was meant to be a poem.
Fuck me.
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'Both angry and full of existential fear, but like, it's a vibe... Right?
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I have two emotions: arson and homicidal rage.
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The first out-and-about shot of the Beekeeper.
I have no idea what I’m doing, send help.
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I made a cryptid character, they’re a beekeeper. They “speak" for the bees. I’ll probably have another post on the backstory. This is just a base image. More photos and stuff to come.
(This is my first time ever using Tumblr, am I doing this right?)
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