"I Mean I Tried To Tell Them."

"I mean I tried to tell them."

"Honey, I thought you were going to make good friends this time, not demon worshippers. That's just weird."

"CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT'S GOING ON."

A group of demon worshippers are about to sacrifice you but what they don’t know is that the demon they follow is your loving parent.

BRUH YOURE FORTY WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THIS WEBSITE

Developing allergies as an adult is so weird b/c you’re just going about your life assuming you’ve got the basics of existing in a corporeal form figured out and suddenly it just WHAT THE FUCK WHY AM I ON FIRE

In a world where it is no longer trendy to have an ordinary human body, the kids are all flocking to get cybernetics. Your mom has banned you from getting any until you turn 18.

One unexpected thing about being on T is the way that cis men are also jealous of you

Streamers say 'mods' the same way a medieval lord would say 'guards'

I heard once that art is an ad for what the soul wants

How does feel for you to create art?

I was talking with a friend recently and the topic of the conversation was, quote-unquote, self abuse through art.

And i noticed.

We feel our creation processes differently.

For her, it was like turning frustrated tears into a river from which drink thirsty deer. It’s pouring out resentment and loneliness and anger at how she was wronged.

For me, it’s more like reopening healing wounds and turning the blood beautiful. I use more sadness and mourning and fear. Almost like an apology. Almost like a quiet story told at dawn. It feels like pleading.

And it all got me curious, artists and writers and poets, how does it feel like for you?

Please don’t hesitate reblogging your experience, i want to know all.

(Also, it doesn’t have to be about everything you’ve ever written, just a general vibe or a theme you find yourself returning to often)