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desolatus · 6 months

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Victor Nizovtsev

#mermaidcore #mermaids #mermaid aesthetic #oil painting #painting #body positivity #flowers #mermaid art #mermaid #art #colorful #mermaids of tumblr #victor nizovtsev

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sergle · 5 months

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pink carnations for the floral portrait series + detail (pls do not tag as "me", thank you!!)

#it's been a loonnggggg time since I added a piece to the self portrait series. this piece has actually sat on p*treon for a few months #i decided to crop the face like i used to for regular posting though because that just seems. correct?#like for framing I mean.#sergle art #artists on tumblr #illustration #carnations #pink carnations #plants #body positive #self portrait #flower portraits #bare skin --

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petitworld · 2 months

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by Siobhán O’Dwyer

#lake #spider web #lily pads #water lily #nature #flowers #body of water #nature aesthetic #petitworld

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sutexii · 2 months

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Cοmmissiοη~ 🌻🦴

#sutexii #art #illustration #drawing #flowers #floral #horror #body horror #commission

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miso-so · 24 days

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miso reminder 🫶

You can simply let the good things happen because you deserve it.

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morggo · 4 months

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Convellere

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#art #illustration #artists on tumblr #my art #black #drawing #osprey #raptor #bird #flower #azalea #body horror

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liauditore · 6 months

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i can't believe martyn didn't warn scott that people die when they are killed

#scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #life series spoilers #trafficblr #flower husbands #cw gun #cw dead body #i guess it's all silly but just in case lol #my art

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inkskinned · 2 years

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something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.

not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.

you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.

but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.

you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.

but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.

you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.

you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?

you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.

you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!

you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"

#this is very obviously about my battle with #ptsd #but i think it's also like a pretty apt metaphor for a lot of things like setting boundaries or going to therapy or choosing recovery #i was thinking about the 'comes back wrong' trope and i was like. oh no i have feelings about this bc i have mental illness #and once i stopped masking - i was WRONG. i was different #here's the good news: i am now INNUNDATED with love. fucking swimming in it. excelling at it. the people who stayed #learned my new self. my new different body and how i am different but i am trying. they have held me so tightly #and my life no longer feels quiet. it is not based in my suffering. it feels like i have been growing a tree in my chest #and now it is flowering.#it is so lovely to be surrounded by people who have said - oh! you cut off so many branches i was worried you weren't the same. but now...#... this is just a new you. and i love you. and i love that you're different and happy.#(but yeah also im nb so i was absolutely influenced by Trans things)

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zegalba · 7 months

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