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god bless your evil heart...
smiley moments at work + for some reason i can't bring myself to delete my checking ritual photos from my phone and every time i see them i feel my brain leaking out of my eyeballs and i start zooming in all over the place again even though i took them months ago
what's so wrong with being a well-read and analytically minded barista
allowing myself to live today...i'm so happy...hope i don't regret this
you have to remember that all of this is extremely poisonous
waking up at 6.00 to go buy my boyfriend's brother a birthday present at the grocery store. the future weighs so heavily on me. i'm very scared of mold and electrical fires but i don't want to speak them into existence
Susie's dead dead dead dead
Translation:
At a school far from here In a time before you and me. I was your mystery. I was your riddle. Poor my lonely girl. Sweet my perdition.
You filled me with those confused eyes. I was just a child.
page 2
My hands started to shake. My heart beat faster than anything that exists. There were butterflies inside me. Devouring me. I wanted to throw up. I didn’t understand what sickness this was.
I tried to draw you a few times. None of the drawings looked like you
page 3
I was never able to draw you right. I was never able to look at you for too long. I was ashamed.
I was so ashamed of seeing your face in our class pictures that I erased it from all of them. page 4
From erasing your face so much I ended up forgetting it. Your face became, for me, an archetype. A symbol… One increasingly simpler, forgotten, but never gone. As if… something immemorial, something that came before me. Who am I? When I forgot your face — I ended up forgetting my own too. page 5
Who am I? Who are you? I don’t know. I… I thought I was you.
page 6
I devoured you in everything I could. I wanted to assimilate you. If I could, I would know everything about you. Oh God, what shame. Please forgive me. Oh sorry, forgive me. page 7 I will never forgive you.
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This is a comic about (kinda) me, and my first love. Its also about gender dhysporia and that kinda of shit... Well, please please please, someone give me a little atention... I am a starving poor small small tooo damn small artist, and i beg you for a little atention... Well, thanks, as always, love you all and bag dag dag dag dag bag bag hojbbbnmmbbbjmbvhjj
the resistant drag
i want to walk around for hours at night but i basically live in a public park full of wild boars so i have to keep a curfew
half-plowed field, menacing red rainbow, sunset in a thundercloud, guy i've known for three months telling me i'm the only person he can be vulnerable with, hope and despair, addiction, white wine, halloween music. last week of summer.
intellectually i think heterosexuality is fascinating but on a visceral level i am sort of repulsed by it. when i see a traditionally feminine woman with a traditionally masculine man i get the same feeling as when i learn about people who are in 24/7 fetish relationships. like i get the sexual fascination with difference and contrast, but why would you want to cast your whole romantic and social life in these narrow predetermined roles, re-enforced by perverse and legally binding rituals (nothing makes me shiver like a woman in a white wedding dress next to a man in a suit). INTELLECTUALLY my picture of straight couples is more nuanced and realistic but this is how i feel. like how some people say attraction to similarity is rooted in narcissism i feel like attraction to difference is rooted in self-hatred and self-disgust.