-they/them- [21]-writer--dark/trauma art-i write and sometimes draw-this blog is for me to share my art anonymously;everything i share i made myself from experiences i have personally gone through, i am not mocking or making fun of anyone or anything, this is a space for me to express my complex feelings through my art
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listen to me right now: stop wasting precious time waiting to dress sluttier until you're smaller. you have a limited number of slut hours before you die and barring cosmic interference you will Never obtain more of them. wear the crop top
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‘unpunishable’ tramp stamp would go kinda hard
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TW; implications of childhood abuse and CSA
i wanted to make my own form of “traumacore” art. i really like the art style.
#trauma core#dreamcore#trauma art#trauma#nicole dollanganger#ethel cain#daughter of cain#tw abuse#tw csa#dark art#morute#girlblogging
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i mourn the life i could have had if I was never abused
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Women,Rose Starring/ The shape of a girl Joan McLeod/ Elektra, Sophokles/ Letter to my rage,Lidia Yuknavitch
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a house of horrors
hidden behind a vermilion brick exterior
in a neighborhood unsuspecting
of the lurking drearier
a man and his kin lie
to a world complacent
unaware of the awry
to later learn of the ply
once the damage was done
as the bullets left the gun
when the scars began to show
when the child turns to the snow
that’s when they’ll know the truth
fore she could no longer deny her youth
the wounds have reopened
words left unspoken
a broken soul
forced to pay the final toll
before she could finally let go
- written by me; florence (buns)
picture also taken by me. [ it is a cropped photo from a picture i took of my dog in the house i grew up in, the house of horrors being spoken about in the poem. i only edited the filter to make it a more appealing colour; other than that the photo is an unedited picture of a bucket of bullets that were on my living room floor next to my stuffed animals and my dogs toy. ]
(i am safe now, i no longer live with my abuser and i am far away from him. this account and the posts on here are for me to process what i went through and share it with others who may be able to relate. i love seeing art on here that i too can relate to; it makes me feel less alone)
#poetry#my writing#poems on tumblr#original poem#poem#sad poem#vent post#vent poem#childhood#tw abuse#child abuse#abuse survivor#abuse mention#morute#ethel cain#art#artwork#trauma#trauma art#cptsd vent#trauma bonding#my experiences#nicole dollanganger#girlblogging#girlhood#trauma survivor#therapy#theraputic#therapeutic art#daughter of cain
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