Freedom, Vodka, Videogames, Anarcho-communism and being 26
4/27/2024
I knew I should have written this
a long time ago.
I've had a bad habit these days,
of checking in on people I've let go,
people who don't care about me.
The time I bumped into them,
heading to do fieldwork was my last straw.
I looked at her Facebook
and she went back to Toxic
and then I realized the mere fact
I was not in a dumb, plastic picture
granted me freedom.
I've said it before,
"the best things in life are free"
and that still rings true
but I have a revised version.
The best things in life are free
but you must free yourself first.
Free yourself from the past,
from expectations, from everything and everyone.
I really liked the Zen Buddhist days of my college days
yet my mind is not peaceful for meditation anymore.
These days, I feel like I'm in 4th grade.
A boring, bully-filled private school in Malabon City
before I meet the Toxic girl.
Instead of regrets, I feel more alive,
and more powerful amidst my solitude,
numbness, and madness.
Living in peace will be unsettling
but I've defended my borders.
I really don't fucking care anymore.
At least I know, I may not be gifted in all facets of life...
still, I'm not the one who tried to reconnect
last Christmas and New Year's.
I'm depressed, like vodka-drinking,
queer gacha gamer depressed,
but not Food-named desperation.
I stand my ground - single, untouched, friendless,
stressed out from a 9-5,
and hating the art and writing community
- and I liberate, and emancipate myself
from all nuclear, toxicities.
May they never find their way back into our lives.
Once was enough.
Too many times, friendships
and lovers fooling you is a war crime.
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A lil twist to an almost character design sheet cause I do not have the time to make full ones, I wish I did but I gotta have a job soon since art is not a real job according to the people in my house lol
By the way, both of them are part of the important characters in the story I'm writing. They are T4T WW3, wartime lovers. The story is set in the future world wherein Azariah, now a retired sex worker, revolutionary, and politician lives their life as an immortal entity representing the CRG, an international world government and successor to the UN. Ilyon is presumed dead, as an American soldier who fought in the Pacific front of WW3. He is still alive, somewhere, in some galaxy far away but Azariah doesn't know that (phew I really got to write more)
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early morn doodle because i woke up to my reddit acct being flooded with hate and death threats over my art, writing and my life
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my headache is intense rn so this is all I could muster. no tags cause I don't believe in social media
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every time I post art on social media I think to myself how blessed and talented I am and no amount of money can be enough for such talent
this is Levia from the gacha game Echocalypse. no tags cause Tumblr is dead af and this site always makes me mad
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