I Can't Escape Them, Can I?

i can't escape them, can i?

happy pride month

This is just... Wow... I love it!

an art project i’ve been working on for the last few months: making alternate covers for some of my favorite king gizzard albums!

sometimes it's hard for me to remember that behind all the avatars, posts, videos, music, everything online, behind all of that stand people, regular people i could meet in the subway or in the park... and with character ai, v-tubers, voice changers, abstract fucking word choice all being a thing, the line in my mind between real and fictional is even more blurry... i even start to feel, like i don't mean it, when i wish someone good luck, or when i say that they're valid and loved... my intent is to make people feel that way, to feel happier, but with all this anonymity and hiding behind characters... caricatures of ourselves... i start to question myself... am i really a good person, or just someone who says good things for just another dose of dopamine? even now... did i write this because i had to get it off my chest, or do i just want people to say nice things to me?... who am i to myself? to others?... what am i?...

So here's a conversation that i just had with my mom

Mom - so dad's not home yet, right?

Me - uh... Yeah, i agree

LOOK AT THIS FUCKING GORGEOUS ART!

Go follow her

NOW!

- old doodles