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joy

The honeysuckle now

have shed their silken trumpets

No longer does the night air

taste of sweet melancholy

(Like youth

and summer)

Their twisted vines now hang

somewhat heavier each day

As wee green clusters swell

into translucent red

(Like blood

and tissue)

Ok im gonnq be cringe for a sec

Invent time travel

Throw hands with 2024

New years resolution ideas for 2025

Get fat again

????

Enjoy

I am once again too horny for my own good. I need to be put down like a rabid dog

Anon who wanted gunplay! Im gonna do more work on this but i really enjoyed it so have a peek!! Great suggestion n also there’ll be some more doodles for uuuu💕🌸💕🌸🔫🦑💕

good luck with whatever's going on. healing u.

Thank you. Im tryin to kick the day's ass. I hope you're doing (at least) alright yourself

once again i try to doodle and end up drawing for 3 hours >:/

when we suffer we do not suffer alone bc i sure got a rough time too. we in this together

Im really sorry to hear man, i hope ur coping relatively ok atleast? We do not suffer alone and also - There are good things there are good things there are good things sometimes!!

But yeah sometimes it is what it is (bad)

Thank u tho i rly appreciate the msg, you are a treasured sock-cat mutual to me, and i hope you get atleast a bit of a breather from the rough time soon

Straight up howls like a husky hellbent on making its displeasure known to the world at large - doesnt elqborate

my favorite juice is dumb bitch juice, i drink it everyday with my self sabotage sandwich

dead bat still hanging from the ceiling of a cave. 

I love my gf (great fungus)

Hey im gonna have a rough next few days and im ngl im fucking terrified to wake up tomorrow but uhhhhh ohhh fuck it we balllll!!!!! Jsyk. if im bein weird. Its on account of the curse.

What if i just. Drag my lone ass to the heavy metal bar tomorrow. Like. I could??? Its not illegal??

Im tired, my feet hurt and my dress shirt clings to my back as i lean forward in the tram seat ive finally found.

The old, muffled speakers emit a distorted voice, and lets us know we'll be taken a different route this time - the explanation for which remains unintelligeble.

The tram diverges.

It goes down a stretch of track i've not rode along for years.

I know these buildings, i know these streets - the shops are different in some places, but i know this feeling.

It's the next stop. I know the turn before we reach it.

I look.

I follow the hill that curves and disapears around the apartment complex's doorways.

Im suddenly and unexpectedly overtaken by the urge to stand up, to take the 4 strides it'd take me to get off the cart and onto the platform.

The tram doors close.

The sound of the analog bell rings in my head as we start to roll once more.

The rail curves, and the tram follows predictably and smoothly.

My eyes are locked.

I crane my neck.

Uhm im workin on some doodly sketchbook pages for my ocs but like oh man. Trying to write abt them rly makes me realize how fuckin uhm. Undeveloped they r. Im fighting for my life creatively lol. But basically? Theyre all punchingbags. Red thread - made to suffer. Oops no substance all emotion, symbolism and catharsis.

New emotions for fall 2024!

Emptiness somehow possessing mass

Joy that feels bad

The moon looks at you. She says nothing. She doesnt blink. Your legs have gone numb.

Kinnie despair

Djingis khan - svensk version (vikingarna)

Sadness 2

Sketchbook stuff haiiiiii. ink + ballpoint sketch save me. Save me ink + ballpoint sketch. Save me smoke and shiny black stuff. inky goop save me.

Unfinished/abandoned sketch pages