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Dropping this wip and then running bc I got SCHOOL in the morning 😖😖 (if I’m fast enough it shouldve out either tmr or the day after bc this is CRAZY OUTOFSYNC😭)

(Update THE REAL THING IS IUT NOW!!!! PLEASE GO CHECK IT OUT :]]])

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i saw this on insta and lost my mind. so good

they live rent free in my head yea

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a moment

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i reached 30k on twitter!

What an insane number. i never expected it!

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brush practice 🌷

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soft embrace 🐦

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doomed by fate

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Der Kuss 🍃

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rough day, time to see gay men kissing to make it better

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natsume yuujinchou please never end

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sorry my therapist i respect so much i cant talk right now i must see art of the cosmic doomed yaoi dudes passionately kissing

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snack time

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venti <3

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i need to make more disturbing weird art. i need to make visceral drawings and hold the pencil like a toddler while using all of my strength in each stroke. i need my art to look like i puked it out of my guts

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Get this kid an aspirin or smn

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It took me too long to realize that not all the world is my enemy

[ID: A comic done mostly in black and white. A hound with a broken chain around its neck flees a cage and runs into two reaching hands. The hound bites one hand, drawing blood. Narration says, "When I fled my cage / I bit the hands that took me in / Because the only hand I'd ever known / was a bad one."

The hands, now with fresh bite marks, still reach out gently to the hound. ""We're not him." they said / and I knew what they meant / but I didn't understand."

Floating in white space: "Now I understand / but the damage is done."

A person enters a door, rolling a suitcase, saying "Hi" to two people on a couch, who look up from their newspapers and phones to say "Hey" and "Hi" back. The shadow of the person who entered the room stretches out before them-- a hound's, not a person's. Narration: "I'm so sorry / I couldn't help it / I couldn't help myself."

We see the hands of the people on the couch. Both have faded bite marks on them. "I was so blind, I forgot / that not all hands are made of iron." End ID]

(ID by @princess-of-purple-prose)