#a little too real

[sirartwork]

Let's see how you look now you might get followers thirsting for you

A more "formal" face/name reveal has been on the backburner for literally years at this point, as I oscillate back and forth between desiring attention/fame/financial-security and fearing public shaming/ridicule and diminished employment opportunities.

[cinamun]

Almost there, but now we fear death? 

[0rchidm4ntis]

for the past 2 months I have been starved of any inspiration and now I'm working on three pieces at once planning my fourth one what is happening-

[retrokid616]

emily "you can say it there just covered in shit"

*sighs*

and yep there shitting

npcs:

[ninteensextynine]

[steel-and-fire]

What kind of love are you?

Love as a Force of Nature Your love is like whiplash –– it comes in with the rain, it blows the doors wide open. When you fall in love, it is sudden and hard and immense. It is powerful. It is earth-shaking and world-ending. Nature is a force, and that force can be destructive if you're not careful. See how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire –– your love consumes, your love takes, your love burns. You're hot and cold all at once, a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin, and when you're in love, it can feel like it's eating you alive from the inside out. When you love, it is with everything you have because it is everything you have. Be careful, darling, because not everyone survives the storm.

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tagging: anyone who wants

[luvtak]

i saw this coming 🫡🤭

[lyril]

you don't get it okay... you don't understand..... .

[aninihil]

"Cause I've been falling apart in the pouring rain

I'm waging war on myself, a captive casualty

Traded a merciful heart for a murderer's brain

But now I curse what's in my head

Because I can't stop seeing red"

Sometimes it's just too good to be Mr Hyde.

[streetofvampires]

Bruh i dreamed i was already back in uni and i was doing a super job taking notes while being perfectly aware that my notes would look like shit in the incoming weeks until the end of the year

[izloveshorses]

greta gerwig really said. when this girl gets a little sad and confused by the weird and complicated and uncomfortable parts of being human and growing up, she meets god and sits at her kitchen table, drinks her tea, holds her hands. and she asks god if she’s allowed to be happy. and god tells her she doesn’t need her permission. she tells her she’s going to be okay.

[earthdance]

[madamemiz]

sad: falling out of a hyperfixation

tragic: watching your beloved friends and mutuals fall out of the hyperfixation while you're still in it

[atlas-affogato]

Can't shake the feeling that my dreams of living in a shitty apartment in Paris are happening to me in another universe

[artchixs]

make him over monday! (it’s tuesday)

[whim-prone-pirate]

hey guys what do you do when you dream about a girl who doesn't exist. you meet her, she lives in your building, you and your other friend start to get to know her. your friend is kind of a dick, but that's just how he is. as you get closer with this girl, you start to convince yourself that you like her—you don't. you think she's gorgeous and you think you're supposed to fall in love with her, but you haven't. and in your efforts to love her, you do something that hurts her, your friend egging you on, trying to get you to go further, double down, and the girl pulls away from you. she doesn't look at you like she used to. she won't stand close to you and her new boundaries are clear—she needs you to keep your distance and you're not going to be able to fix this completely, not ever. and you understand that, and you're a kind person, so you are as respectful towards her as you know how. again, your friend is a dick about the whole thing, which doesn't make you feel better at all. maybe you shouldn't feel better. because you started it. you told yourself you were going to love her and you didn't and you did it wrong. and now that you've fucked it up for good, you feel yourself starting to look at her differently than you did before, just like she's doing now. but you're looking at her with shyness and gentleness and from six feet away, shrinking into yourself with a tiny glint of light in your eyes, while she stands stoic and tall, her eyebrows tensed and her mouth flat as you fumble your way through an attempt at aftermath-themed small talk, her responses short and clipped and knowing. she knows what's happened to you. she knows why you're looking at her like that. and she knows that you know that you lost your chance and you're not getting the same chance back and definitely not in the same way. and when she asks you for a small favor or wishes you well, you skip away, your voice soft and light and far too gentle, so fucking gentle, and you know that she hates you a little bit. and you know that now, only after, you love her a little bit. and then you wake up. what do you do then?