thing i lurve abt my doggie is how short her fcking arms areeee like they barely clear the tip of her snoot 😭😭

hi! im kit and i recently became unemployed. im trying to raise money for bills by promoting my kofi where i sell jewelry and tarot readings! if you could spread this post id really appreciate it ✨♥️🦋

Pretty sure this is yours? https://www.tumblr.com/marvelstars/728118145177567232/pin-on-in-a-galaxy-far-far-away?source=share

ya thats mine they only posted half of the comic tho 😑 like at least post the full context if ur gonna repost my art without credit 🤨

the og is here:

HELLO? 🥺

thoughts on oracle's meow ?

im gnna cry they are like my little pageant girls

im gnna cry they are like my little pageant girls

anya ❗️❗️❗️

one thing abt ai and the mainstream climate of entertainment is that it's made it clear we need to celebrate weird imperfect offbeat art more than ever. the ai art i see floating around is pristine in such an uninspired way it's made me rethink my relationship w creativity entirely. i'm less concerned with creating polished works than i am with creating and consuming the bizarre, the messy, the challenging. i want my brain to go ❗️ when i see something beautiful - not because it's a perfect clone or amalgam of populart/contemporary style but because it stirs the worm in my heart that feeds on what it means to be human!! it wriggles in delight at the taste of fallibility !!!!! make weird shit and dance with your shadow!!!!!!!! canonize the magic of being human by giving the absurdity of it form !!!!!WE ARE SO MUCH MORE THAN THE EFFICIENCY OF OUR CELLS!!!!

add that to the list of creatures celeste looks like right next to hampter

first paragraph of the book im writing

dancing for strawberries

love how abundantly green our backyard is

the reason i love commissioning artists is bc it's art made by THEM like it isn't about wanting a final image in their style it's about the idea of supporting an artist i admire and then receiving a unique product of their hard work and skill that is wholly for me to treasure and admire. no matter how good ai gets it will neeeveerrrrrr ever ever be able to replicate the magic of knowing a cherished piece of art was created by a human whose creative voice and vision is like... a form of spirituality for me as an art lover. it's the human hand and mind that makes an artist's work so special and worthy of collection. plugging a prompt into a machine to generate a facsimile of an artist's work just cannot even begin to fill the vase in my soul reserved for art appreciation. without the human element it's a meaningless product, a pretty image and nothing more. and sure pure aesthetics have a place in art and i love a pretty image as much as the next person but they are not what makes the act of commissioning someone special!!!!! it misses the point entirely!!! and people who are content or god forbid eager to circumvent this human touch for convenience or instant gratification or just to avoid having to pay the artists they supposedly admire for their labor is like...take a long hard look at your motivations for possessing a flat and unethically sourced imitation of artistic voice and labor. what does it say about your perception of human creativity? it's like that one tweet about robots creating art while humans continue to work shit jobs 24/7. like what future do we want here, how do we want to move forward, how should we be framing these conversations so that we don't forget what makes art so meaningful in the first place

get sat on idiot

shes going nut nut

really obsessed w how rage manifests in my body what it does to my bones my blood my brain every combination of matter the way it expands and builds and devours like a scream a roar a cleansing fire wailing to life and burning away the aching parts of me, leaving me vacuous and deep-space cold vast enough to see the expanse of my emptiness like standing in a cathedral haunted by the remembrance of containing anything at all, even the divine, even the divine,

and the rage, the rage is the ghost given a mouth and teeth and an awareness of hunger so primordial it could consume the heart of a galaxy and still be left wanting, searching, insatiable and overflowing desperate and certain too big and too small everything and nothing, existing to burn and to be burned to be the kindle and the flame no beginning or ending just consumption and starvation living as one pinprick of light in the core of me flaring flaring flaring like the birth and death of a star and there, there, at the very center of an impact crater a black hole an empty room with walls i can't see i am a mirror held up to entropy astounded and horrified by what it sees