there is no love in this place. nothing and no one is real. we are shouting out into a dusty wasteland and sometimes a ghost answers. this is where creativity comes to die, the death of art, a big fishbowl full of nothing but sand. bereft of spirit, soulless, nobody makes anything anymore.

do you know what color your child's eyes are? do you see flecks of gold in the iris? do you remember how it feels to look up? do you feel anything except an empty urge to keep looking? are you nothing but your machine?

i will struggle out from under this if it kills me. i reject it all. i want to be free. i want to be free so badly. the way i feel tearing up grass to feed a long-lashed cow, the way i feel when the wind bites my cheeks, the way i feel when i love my family. i love my earth, i love my people, i love being me. i want to be free.

if you need me i'll be outside with God

rainy day doodles

soz

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wanted to post it under the cut bc the photos are pretty bad (as i took them at 6 in the morning before i needed to meet my mother and give them to her lol) but it still a perfect timing so i wont! just before rosh hashanah! they are not like. specifically holiday themed, i just took inspiration from pendants ive seen online and phrases/themes my mom liked so you can carry it every day. and well theres still generic ones but thats just for my brothers

hi!! long time no see!! but this is just a masterlist thing!! so if you are having issues with the masterlist, check the pinned post. for bnha, it just wouldn't link to it in the link in my bio, but the links work in my pinned post!!

no offense but angst leading to smut will always top everything else. argue with the wall because i ain’t hearing it ok, the yearning? the heartache that leads to hurried kisses or passionate slow ones? the face grab? the holding them as close as they can during? shut up!

If it’s meant to be I’ll see you later

Everything stays right where you left it huh guys

my final from last semester that i made into a zine. cooked this one up in a couple hours before the critique (the ink was still wet!), so it's very raw and kind of sloppy but the sentiment is there. i love you trans people of color. we are the backbone of this community 🌟

Oh I gave a great idea! *breaks character's psyche into a million unsalvageable pieces with a baseball bat*

new heart bong 🫀

💭 soulmate au, where your dreams are filled with whatever your soulmate has done that previous day…

simon riley, sits and wonders why he’s never had any true nightmares, even with all of the violence and turmoil he’s faced and remains experiencing. he’s never once woken up, questioning his sanity. instead, his nights are often filled with peace and tranquillity, reading books perched on a porch swing or lay beside the sea. watching blurred out figures, run around and fill his absent ears with echoes of laughter, not knowing who they could be, but knowing for certain it overflows his chest with warmth. nothing ever scarier or more worrying than a minor crash of a car, or the gutting feeling of heartbreak from a faceless stranger, fills his dreams.

but then you, frightful when the night comes around. terrified of the urge to close your eyes. the countless therapy sessions, meetings with psychologists and somnologists, an aid to try and fix the terrors that haunt you as you sleep. the ones that randomly came one night when you were young, and never left. images of places that can only resemble war zones, tragic catastrophes that force you awake with beads of sweat on your forehead. but, there are the rare ones, where your dreams are filled with the restful nothingness. the nights where you’re able to sleep through, your mind taking you to a dimly lit room, lay within a spacious comfy bed and the overwhelming feeling of safety. but that one is a temporary haven, for the both of you.

shout out to laios for constantly being out of the fucking loop. most protagonists would pay attention to the things happening around them and pick up on themes and lore. not him baby. he is simply not listening to you tell him this important prophecy; he's thinking about lunch. and his fursona.

Erm, what the flip guys

I get brat vibes from 1998 Vash  (≧∇≦)/