"At My Funeral There Will Be No Flowers. This, A Request I Write In The Wrinkled Pages Of Thrown Away

"At my funeral there will be no flowers. This, a request I write in the wrinkled pages of thrown away suicide notes."

More than it hurts you- the front bottoms/Washbowl, 1962- John Bratby/the soccer journals- everybody's worried about Owen/Woman with a Parasol Facing Left- Claude Monet/last words of a shooting star- mitski

I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away If you get out of bed and find me standing all alone Open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age

Song: Little Dark Age, by MGMT

boquet 4 my sweetie (‘ε’)

i don’t even know what to say at this point.

i pray the lord our teeth to break

this is a redraw of one of my first dsmp pieces, one i actually redrew 2 years ago aswell! these are the old versions

september 2020 -> february 2022