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Me, watching my kitten hold still for a suspiciously long time: Ollie, are you peeing on my floor?
Ollie: Not
Me: Are you sure?
Ollie, grunting through time and space to push out a chocolate mcmuffin wider than he is tall: Not
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
🩸Blood and Tears💧
CW: Blood
I know this type of art isn't for everyone, so I was unsure if I even wanted to post it. But, this artwork carries a lot of importance to me, and I spent a lot of time trying to find the best way to convey certain emotions I felt back in February especially.
Anyways, trans rights are human rights
i once did this so bad that i got extremely sick and weak, and when i finally went to get food i collapsed to the floor, experienced a severe hot flash so intense i had to strip my top off, threw up straight stomach acid about 7x times, and sweated a literal puddle that i slipped on when i tried to stand again
then i ate a massive bowl of soup and i felt much better
graph of what being hungry is like with adhd
make a comic
I have two poems in the new issue of Beaver Mag!!!!! This is my first publication in two years! Go check it out + the rest of the issue ❤️❤️
masks and helmets that hides someone's face in such a way that they become the face themselves my beloved
these are all creatures to me
from now on your tumblr nickname is whatever you get from this sexual identity generator ☆
call me sunny! he/they, transmasc enby :-)22yo aspiring artist and poetbad at keeping an online presence bc of the wretched adhd addled brain my skull houses
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