i don't usually make text posts but oh my fucking god i'm so tired

when will it ever change

nothing ever gets better, i just forget about whatever terrible shit just happened when something worse finally takes its place

i'm the dour in the dowry; the bats in your belfry,

and i am your boyfriend.

it never stops, she never goes away.

"you know, you should really accept her apology..."

the notion of summer is one forever ruined by your hands

clean up the mess you made and take me to the vet.

you made a mess of me.

so take me to the fucking vet.

band kid burnout

love is a verb, love is a doing word

bandana wrap

the only thing i ever wanted to feel

sleep (in peace?)

happy now?

PLEASE READ BEFORE SCROLLING!

If you’re visiting my profile, you likely found me via one of my drawings on a tag. Welcome!

I’m Antoxtrr, but feel free to call me Ant or Antonym. On this blog, I post a lot of art, including vents. I do my absolute best to trigger warn these appropriately in their tags, but all in all, if you’re not comfortable with vent art (especially denoting themes of CSA/COCSA), I suggest you navigate away.

To help contextualize my vent art a little bit, I'm a dysphoric trans guy diagnosed with OCD and PTSD. I experienced enormous amounts of resentment in regards to both my emotional fragility and my gender from nearly every adult in my early childhood, and when I was 12, I was psychologically and sexually abused for nearly a year by a girl of the same age. In other words, I have a few truckloads full of severe and pretty much entirely unprocessed trauma :,D

Before anyone asks, yes, I am okay. I am in therapy and safe. Making vent art is one of my positive coping strategies, and I hope that sharing my work can help others who have gone through similar situations themselves. Again, though, please proceed with caution if my blog could be triggering to you.

Thank you for reading!

every consonant feels like a hammer banging on my skull and every bit of sibilance feels like a blade slicing my eardrums

in her room

misty-eyed morning

the beneficiary