divinestewpid

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i love being alive

the suffering never ends

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yall i take 4ever to write stuff and brainstorm. :((( I gotten rlly busyy and tired ily guyzzzz !!!!

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i have not ...... done anything for art..

I get so busy with life :( I over think about my ocs's story too :(((

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Say hi to my LOSERS!!

The story is based off of stairs that lead to nowhere and they gotten themselves in an alternate world.

Inspired by backrooms, Mandela catalogue, shit like that

I HAVE NO IDEA WGAT IM DOING BUTBIM DOING IT!!

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I'm going crazy over my ocs. I need to flesh them out so we can ALL understand. PLease keep in mind I CHANGE MY IDEAS SOOOOO MUCH KINGS!!! Okay I need to draw something or wirte soemthing ohm ofd

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i eepyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

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The path we walk.

A white clover, An offering for the spotted snake on the street. His dead body exposed his white belly, full of his prey. The snake's neck was sliced in half, severing a connection from nature.

Our refusal to be a part of the sacred ecosystem.

There, a headless bird rots on the sidewalk. Withering feathers, stripped of her freedom. A cat gnawed on the bird's neck, ripping truth from her throat. In silence, her presence spoke louder.

A warning of what to come.

Then there is a buried corpse of the pink bird. The baby bird used to be on a sidewalk, an unforgiving reality. Yet Mother Nature hugs the baby closely, kissing the rotting corpse. Like our ribs hold our heart and soul so tightly. The moment we die, we return to the arms of our mother. A sacred womb, a breath of life. An inescapable fate; a reminder that we are a part of nature.

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A angelic greeting

It smells like sobert for some reason...

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Okay to be honest.. I struggle with starting a story for my ocs... :( sobs

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RIAHGHhh

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Type of shi im on

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I’ll try life again no matter what.

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The ribbon seals the wish from the shooting star, a gift from afar.

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Hai ! Intro !!

Hello! Um... hi.. You can call me Entity/Critter because I do not wish to be perceived (I am being perceived.) I use they/it/thing pronouns... What to expect from my blog? Poems MOSTLY... Writing? Ocs nonsense Art Rambles I hAVE NO IDEA

Interest? CATS SEALS ENA !!! / DREAM BBQ !!! Breakcore psychology plants ART duh dolls/stuffed animals :3 SHINY THINGS !!! Astrology (i am crazy for the stars) Silliness UHHHHHHHHHHHH i think thats it?

DNI: Minors weridos such as ped0s z00s etc like ew racist and stuff like that Basic shiii No proshippers oh myofd Man just be normal ....

Where to check me out? Bluusky -> soggy-entity.bsky.social

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oh myog dh i guys I have not POSTED....

I might be posting art on here more often. This blog is more poem nonsense HEHEEH