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Milky Way galaxy painting(made by me)

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Dandelion painting(made by me)

Just painted this, dandelion painting 🖼️ 💕

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New painting made by me! Took 4 hours

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made this wallpaper of my man💕💕

He’s such a cutie patootie!

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Made this drawing about a month ago myself, never finished it though

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Happy late Father’s Day!

Made this for my dad! His fav color is red & blue and his fav animal is a bear so I made this for him

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Haven’t been posting but made this today!

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Loneliness is a blessing

*Tears dampened the pillow as the helpless girl flopped onto the bed, shouting and arguing came from the other side of the door. She didn’t know why she was crying; she should have been used to it by now. She had always wished everyone would vanish from her sight, that all of the clashing between her parents would become inaudible, she desired to touch the tranquil waters in the moonlight, instead of her parents cold unloving embrace that they called “hugs”.*

*Hours went by, the girl finally lifted herself from her bed and sucked all her tears. She reached towards her canvases and paint bottles. She glided the purple paint brush against the heavy sheet, traced the white dipped art brush against the portrait, one of her final touches, a few glowing streaks down the deep blue waves, shimmers gleaming in the clouds, radiating from a luminous moon in the dimly lit sky.*

*The waves she yearned to feel glide against her feet rhythmically. The moon she wanted to admire as she lazed away carelessly. The sand she wanted to hoist up and watch as it trickled away, like liquid gold slipping through her fingers.*

*A shining spark flashed towards the painting, capturing her artistic creation. She aimed her camera in a few different angles, one final picture… But something felt chilling… unusual… like something was in the shadows. She didn’t wanna turn around to the threat, the floor boards creaked under the man’s weight in the hallways of the apartment. Her hands shook and her camera slipped from her sweaty grasp.*

*A shiver ran down her spine as she shuffled to the side of her bed, hoping the cruel man would just fade away from her sight and mind. The curtains blew open in the wind, the man’s shadow was now visible under the crack of the door. The door knob rattling made the frail girl shake even more, it began shaking more violently as he tried to enter the room.*

“Open the damn door, you little bitch! I know you’re in there!” *the male banged against the door, seemingly getting more agitated. She wished that he would just vanish away, or even better yet, that she would vanish from others- she was interrupted as the door bursted open. The man’s cold presence filling the room, the calming yet slightly gloomy sensation was now replaced with an antagonizing atmosphere.*

“You little bitch, I knew you were never brave enough to do it” *He gripped the girl by her hair harshly and forced her to look up to the bigger man’s intimidating face. Suddenly he chuckled and sighed, leaning closer to her ear and he spoke in a breathy comforting voice, although the words that spewed from his mouth were far from that.*

***”Just do it already…. Just die… I can see it… you want to…”** *he smiled as he patronized the little girl.*

*His words still had the same impact on her as it did all these years, the tightness in her chest should have felt numbed by now. No, it felt like she was trapped here, trapped in her emotions, trapped in his cruel words. Trapped in this house, it didn’t just feel like she was captive, she was captive, with no where to run to.*

*His eyes glanced over to the portrait sitting on the floor. He scoffed in disgust.* “I knew you were useless, but I didn’t think you’d be this bad.” *he slammed the girls head against the floor uncaringly and roughly grabbed the painting.* “this only takes up space in here, I thought you knew better than to clutter this house with garbage things.” *He tossed the painting across the room like it was worthless.*

*The man laughed at her sorrowful expression and leaned down to her, his breath hitting her tear stained face.* “Maybe try doing things with actual effort and maybe, just maybe you’d be treated like a human being in this house” *the girl stayed silent, unable to speak or even look up at the evil man standing in her view.*

“Ahh, where’s my cigarettes?” *the man left the room, abandoning the now weakened girl on the floor. Her eyes drifting to the sight of her painting on the floor, she slowly lifted herself up, limping over to the portrait. Her shaky hands reached down and examined it, the once beautiful portrait was now bleary, out of shape and a visible slit through her illustration.*

*Her father— no… the cold blooded barbaric man who raised her… had not only destroyed her art, but ran over her dreams and left them flattened and stomped on.*

*They were useless anyway. Dreams are just thoughts if they can’t be fulfilled.*

*She was there, at the end of the line, she was done. Filled with rage, despair, overstimulation and worthlessness. Blinded by her rage, she hoisted her painting up, violently slamming it against the walls and furniture of her room relentlessly, desiring to destroy it as many times as she ever believed her foolish “dreams” could become reality. She tore it again, and again, and again, and another time, the splinters of the canvas littered across the floor, but her rage wasn’t satisfied.*

*Her father’s words echoed through her mind. It was like heavy waves constantly crashing against her, leaving her unable to breathe and reaching for relief.* 

**”You’re like a parasite in this house”** *She smashed the glass into the wall, her feet stinging against the glass penetrating her feet, leaving slashes.* **”I would’ve been better off with your mom going through with that abortion”** *The voices affecting her again, her throat tightening as the air became thicker, the corners of her eyes burning from the never ending tears, she knocked all of her artwork off the lumpy wall.* **”Just the sad pathetic look on your face disgusts me”** *The illustrations that once meant something to her, that once were her escape, were now crumbled and shoved out the window like garbage.* 

**”I wish I actually had a successful child that means something to me”** *The voices chanted in her head, the voices filling her head to it’s limits she could almost imagine it right there, dancing and taunting her as she laid there useless, her mental giving out, her emotions whirling through her body, her body broken. She collapsed, her body shaking and limp, her vision distorted, her mind thumping with pressure, her heart on fire, yet it felt like it was drowning, she was tired… not just tired, she was done. She zoned off, waiting for the abyss to absorb her whole.*

*But her soul, was still alive, elsewhere, running their hands through the rough brittle dirt, the splinters and sticks pricking at their fingers. The clumpy specs diminishing from their hands as they smoothly rolled against each other.*

*Tallying each and every seashell that laid upon the seashore. Exploring the diversity, the fractured ones that were sharp enough to cut, as if even the shells didn’t want anymore pain. The glossy polished ones that looked as if they were pure and flawless. The ones that echoed back if spoken to, or the ones that made a blaring signal if blown into, as if mimicking a trumpet.*

*Kissing the butterflies that settled down on the tip of their nose. Their colorful wings restricting their view as they fluttered back and forth, their trust of humans revealing their wholesome innocence to the world.*

*Observing each and every spot that was imprinted on a baby deers fuzzy untouched fur. The newly born fawn skipping against the grass, unaware of the dangers in nature, its big doe eyes representing its harmless and playful nature.*

*Feeling each and every flower that glided across their head as they walked under the wisteria trees. The petals slowly descending to the ground, the vines that maintained the flowers slowly brushed against each other as they slowly but smoothly swayed in the flurry of air.*

*Completing her dreams, subtly.*

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painted another piece, way better than the last one

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I was too lazy to do a second layer and a little bit of black got smudged near the palm tree so I had to cover it up, bear it me, I’m a beginner

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Probably my best drawing I’ve posted

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miku drawing!(made by me)

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drowning in droplets

Her sunken form resting beneath the surface. her gaze awoken, allowing the tide to soak them, her dark orbs glanced above the surface, absorbing the sight of how the rain droplets made gentle waves upon contact with the pond, a rhythmic pattern within each droplet, as if nature was singing its own lullaby. How the fallen petals had been swallowed by the blue waters.

Liquid seeped into her lungs, leaving her out of breath as air bubbles escaped from her mouth. Painful, but calming.

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Another drawing(her eyes are lowkey kinda close together but whatever)

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took me 3 hours for this

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