fatherfig

sitting slickly sickly dying bug the dryer is drying it's warmer than the days i haven't spent in the sun the longer I sit in desolation i'm sure now hell ...

drawing has my fingers lately not because its better its just bigger visually brighter its quicker i might no longer be a fighter i want something prettier if not i ...

disassociation is a time machine i always did skip terms and conditions this is what we call educational; this scene where i'm bloodying the windows with slamming fists; the sound ...

@avianwings47 ahhhh I wasn't so sure they were good thank you so much

when i was drawing earlier my brain was screaming about attention seeking behaviours and seething 'i live for the applause-plause live for the applause-plause' Lady Gaga reminds me of why ...

there is something gnawing at my carpet i have been so worrisome of late everyone hopes i'm alive and well or almost everyone anyway everything is elusive when you have ...

i'm biting at the bit blood covered incorrigible my teeth snap together this is healthy you look better this way thank you i reply for all of your aid my ...

exhaustion is a little warm, like topaz all things considered it makes you feel like a yellowish streamer coddled in a black-brown abyss of nothing and no expectations (all the ...

i wear a rose quartz necklace for good days i haven't worn it in a while (perhaps i'm afraid the magic is gone) i sat it in the windowsill to ...

i'm only the worst parts of Hermes winged sandals black from spite i sell my enemies half truths and abrupt dishonesty they do not deserve the honor of truth the ...

i hear knocking from the washing machine like things inside of it want out (relatability comes in odd measures) existence is a knocking an insistent knocking at several doors at ...

corvids always drew me in something in the way they take offerings for their companionship cyclical give and take bearing shiny new gifts to be given a peice of walnut ...

contemplating what it is that makes me seem like a person to other people its definitely not the way i am my eyes well with unshed tears with no reason ...

i saw myself yesterday and i was scared i didnt recognize him his joy his eyes his chest his hips his waist his freedom i tried to crawl back into ...

growing into myself like a snail (when i know very well i eat them) im starting to think im too twisted to fly but i know thats the song birds ...