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distant flutter

Sometimes I feel like a bird in a cage, fluttering helplessly. Asking myself, have my wings been clipped or why cannot seem to soar? I see the other birds outside the bars of the age I have made for myself, and I regret ever throwing away the key. I flutter and flutter, trying to squeeze past the cold metal. I screech, I scream, but I don't think they can hear me, high up in the sky. I spread my wings, try to fly, but I only hit that top of my cage. I wish to soar with others, but a bird in a cage could never belong with free and wild. I don't feel free, this cage is part of my body, an extension of who I was. Who I am. I can never be as great as I wish to be, I can only observe. If I never try to fly again, my wings might forget how it feels like, and I'm not sure I ever want to remember. I look back and ask myself, did I even have wings in the first place? Have I been dreaming about it? I like dreaming, being in a world that does truly belong to me, where pain is temporary and life is endless. And then I open my eyes, to the bars of my cage, the flutter of wings, the birds above me taking flight once more. And god, do truly wish to join them.

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secretly, i crave being a work of art

Secretly, I fear that one day that the friendly hug you give me is just a traitorous hand reaching from behind. When I lower my guard, it'll reach into my ribcage, rip my heart out and burn it right In front of my cold, dying eyes. As they shed tears, I just see you laugh and then deeply inside I ask myself is why I fear your hand if had been nothing but kind? Is my hand cruel itself? Do I swat and slap the gentle touch like my heart is in it? Does it get torn out or do I hand it to you? What if I reach into my chest, and find nothing there, will you spite me as unhuman? As a beast? Or simply cruel? And if I reach inside, find crumbles of once was, will you look down on me with pity or will you help me arrange the pieces? What if those pieces are too scattered across, do you search them or give up? What if my hand can never reach inside in the first place? Will you put me on display like a statue? Secretly, I crave being seen as a work of art.

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old but who cares

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Keychains

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Just some silly guy with no tragic lore hm

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ahem

i literally forget to post on social media bc i rarely get recognition anywhere </3 tragic

it's hard for me to find moots or smth as well so i'd be happy with some interaction

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actor oc go brr

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yeah

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❄️❄️❄️

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oh no, its traumatized. anway-

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How it feels like posting this to absolutly no one

2 Artist 1 Base collab - My part

alt version

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2 Artist 1 Base collab - My part

alt version

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I had a weird dream about Aziraphale being bald and Crowley entering the room with long, blond lucious hair.

And they both had a breakup over it??

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🅁🄾🄲🄺 🄽 🅁🄾🄻🄻 🄱🄰🄱🅈

This is Ellie. She never really had a story but I thought I make her more interesting by changing her and making her the lead singer of a rock band. Also changed her outfit a bit because I didnt like the ribbon?? Thingy around her arm

Redraw of this ⬇️

This is so old too oh god I MEAN LIKE 2018?? Maybe earlier

Im crumbling to dust

(Me fr)

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ꌦꄲ꒤ ꉔꋬꋊꋊꄲ꓄ ꋪ꒤ꋊ ꊰꋪꄲꂵ ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪ ꉔꋬ꒒꒒꒐ꋊꍌ, ꉔꁝ꒐꒒꒯

When the moon is soaked in red and the end of the world is near, then she, the child of destruction, the child who saw it all; will rise from ashes in the water and bring this [...] to an end. When jealous thoughts be upon you, time will catch you in the end.

Be warned my child of light, as the light is blinding; close your eyes to see