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devour

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bunkbed [wip]

decided to work on a lil piece for myself this weekend :)

growth is kinda a slippery slope, once u start u kinda can’t stop. been exploring some feels & following them back to the initial experience from childhood & pushing that into my art lately.

I used to have this reoccurring nightmare that started when I was 3 of finding my brother crying on the top bunk of his bunkbed & his pj shirt was bright red. there was a screw sticking out of his stomach & blood was just pooling everywhere. I jus remember this overwhelming feeling of being scared & crying my eyes out. anxiety over loss has been w me for a long time. kinda been interesting lately to observe how it comes on & noticing what I need to push through it. loss can present itself in many forms, even with growth. identity with self/ego has to be let go of in order to embarace new & that’s tricky & takes a bit to perfect. there’s comfort in the known & growth is painful & frustrating, but the outcome it’s always worth the effort. a lot of my homies been hella workn on themselves these past few years & it’s been so humbling & sick to see & experience as I’m pursuing my own dream self. just simply a happy goose ✨

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something about today feels so dreamy haven't been able to stop smiling all morning; in love with this overcast weather. can't wait to see everyone tonight

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the effect I did on those ramen shop flags got me fucked up stillll ughhhh sometimes unashamedly obsessed w myself

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restless

Inktober doodle [4]

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rip

inktober doodle [3]

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exhale

inktober doodle [1]

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kuro

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a lazy deathpact doodle might do a final version sometime

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completely forgot about this commission I did haha. cover art work for my homie's track release. this is the no text version.

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anxious

[rough draft]

the earliest dream I can remember is a nightmare I used to have all the time. I’m really small, think I’m 4,& theres these strings tied around me & they’re tight & I’m uncomfortable. im hanging in the middle of a room & everything is white. if I move or breath or think or do anything the strings get tighter. I’m all alone & I can’t do anything xcept try to take up as little space as I can so it won’t get worse. fucking hate that dream.

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anxiety sucks man.

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rough draft of an idea going to be blacking my ears out soon, really excited. been thinking of piercing combinations 

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crescent

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sometimes I like my sketches and don’t wanna finish