The Infinite Madness of Arc Christelle

A journey of observation and chaotic honesty. This is the almagamation of my various interests and thoughts. I also keep a blog for the XXX (http://chronic-misogyny.tumblr.com) and a failed artblog (http://arc-christelle2.tumblr.com).  Twitter: Arc_Christelle IG:arcchristelle. I follow back. Especially if you're a cutie.

[po-che]

Time to make some Black Tumblr friends 👌🏾🤗

If you’re a part of black tumblr and you wanna be mutuals so we can talk and get all buddy buddy, reblog! ✊🏿✊🏾✊🏽👩🏾👨🏾👧🏾👦🏾👍🏾🤘🏽🖖🏾☝🏾️

[briellalabooty]

Add me inbox me call.me text me 😉

[briellalabooty]

Before y'all delete yall accounts hmu _😍🤗

[porigoshi-deactivated20240228]

My younger days work.

[arc-christelle2]

Illustrator distorted the hell out of the PSD work. :/ 

[arc-christelle]

If successful I’ll be able to stay in my feels long enough to write a whole damn romance adventure.

[unit-02]

[arc-christelle]

Today’s to do list:

-Probably fulfill some art requests of some friends. 

-Work on T-shirt designs. Business cards. Merc Ideas.

-Atleast try to write a page.

[arc-christelle]

With that said... I love you.

I always will. 

Goodbye.

[Thanks for listening.]

[arc-christelle]

I don’t need you.

You need me.

And every time I ever needed you. 

You let me down.

And only reminded me of how alone I truly am.

[arc-christelle]

It’s also the product of disappointment and a lack of faith. I’d rather take care of whatever I have to do myself before I let you fuck it up.

[arc-christelle]

But in reality it’s all a product of my pride.

[arc-christelle]

I rarely come to others for help.

I rarely ask for things in return, and to be honest, I’d rather die than do so.

[arc-christelle]

The only thing that stops the influx of thinking, is passionate sex, violence, or death.

Get the hell away from me.

[arc-christelle]

Isolation.

[arc-christelle]

Sometimes my hatred is the only real comfort I have.

Perhaps it’s the only way I can cope with that emptiness. I have the strength to not slip into psychosis. I have the strength to forgive others. I have the strength to love regardless...

But in exchange lies that duality. Deep inside, I can’t help but hate people. Hate their happiness. Hate how they come together in contrast of my loneliness. 

If I could bring you back... I’d kill you everytime for making me feel this way.

[arc-christelle]

Sometimes I feel sad and alone, and I hate myself for feeling that way.

I don’t want to feel alone anymore. I don’t want to yearn for love anymore either. I just want to overcome this weakness. I wish the need to love someone and to be loved wasn’t necessary. 

If only you knew how empty I really felt, and if you did, I’d just run away, because I know deep in my heart, my pride would never accept you to comfort that sadness. 

I’d only let you in if you could see that emptiness, without me having to break myself down to show you.

That is who I am. My pride is everything.

[arc-christelle]

To obtain peace through solitude I must embrace my hatred.

[arc-christelle2]

Checking with vendors for prices on my T-Shirts and man.... entrepreneurship is expensive.