{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}
Today's Document

oozey mess
we're not kids anymore.

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Love Begins
Cosimo Galluzzi

JVL

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occasionally subtle

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Not today Justin
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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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@bearrrawr
{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}
That’s all women ever want. They don’t want expensive gifts or flowers, they just want to be held and to be told they are loved. To feel desired and appreciated. Those feelings could never be replaced by a bouquet of flowers.
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i'd devour you whole if you'd let me 🩸🫀
hand knit and crocheted, words by me
girls after saying they don't give a fuck
(she gives a fuck)
Did you know? Or did you forget? You can do whatever you want with your art. Put random scribbles wherever. Horizontal lines over your character. Add dots everywhere and on everything. Draw eyes different than the rest of the face. Change art styles halfway through. Cut and glue paper cutouts. Use paints and markers together. Use all the filters. Use photos on top to add texture.
You can do what you want. Like literally literally literally.
Add a rubber ducky in the corner for no reason, put text in different languages on the background, leave your handprints or wipe your fingers on the paper.
Go have fun now this stuff isn't meant to be stressful for you
doctors will be like. yeah. there’s something so so so so wrong with you. idk what and I don’t really care
they're in love they're oblivious they're pining they're divorced they hate each other they're a nightmare of labor exploitation they're besties they repeatedly save each other's lives they want to kill each other they're horny freaks they're the the stupidest people alive they're my favorite specialest princesses they're just some guys
i love bands where the singer can’t sing but can convey emotions though their singing in a way that is impossible to describe. like yes u sing like an absolute dickhead but you are also somehow expressing exactly how i feel through the cracks in your voice
Car seat headrest // Richard Siken // Sotce // Larissa Pham // Amy Winehouse // Katherine Fabrizio // car seat headrest
my boy
i hope u all know that when i put a little space before the question mark at the end of a sentence i am tilting my head at u like a dog
man who opened a parenthesis he forgot to close 4 years ago is tragically unaware everything he's said since has been an aside