there’s no point in trying to take ourselves so,
. . . seriously .
song — flowers for my brain : dear and the headlights.
i desperately needed some form of grounding or comfort, so, this is what was made. sorry for the crappy content. i really couldn’t bring myself to my full ability at all, because, mental illness. my wips are rotting in my gallery unfortunately. so I do apologize. there’s not gonna be many full pieces for some time.
some of this is also why i’ve been pretty inactive, my queued has gone wild recently.
for the record, my partner is actually 5’6. he’s taller than me by two inches so i hope i got it across that he’s kind of in a slouch.. i don’t understand or know anatomy so please don’t come for my head about things. the bear plushie is no reference in particular. I just liked it there, it felt right honestly. i’ve been listening to this song religiously.
some wips to make this more interesting.
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Lady Danbury: is something going on between you and my brother?
Violet: remember that time you fucked my dad?
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i'd devour you whole if you'd let me 🩸🫀
hand knit and crocheted, words by me
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camp clothes origins style
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