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$LAYYYTER
noise dept.

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Today's Document
Three Goblin Art
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#8 Dionysus, God of Wine.
i keep saying āit is what it isā but like what is it
Her name is Gaia also i donāt rly know how to draw horses v well but I wanna be a better artist so Iām trying rly hard
I wasted my favorite season on you
Autumn is my favorite time of year.
The weather is usually nice, the foliage gets even more beautiful, and thereās a certain smell to the air that comforts me. I really enjoy autumn, and I really enjoyed your company. Even if it was only text messages and long distance phone calls, I genuinely enjoyed speaking to you. You made me feel wanted, like I mattered to someone.
I spent all of autumn and half of winter waiting eagerly to hear from you each day. At first it was perfect. Hours and hours on the phone, talking about anything and everything. I dreamed about you. I even daydreamed about you. I was falling in love with you, I think.
But when the leaves were all fallen from the trees, just like my favorite time of the year, you drifted away too. Our five-hour phone conversations turned into one-word text replies. Eventually those stopped, too. My calls were ignored, messages left on read, or sometimes not even opened for days.
Itās been nearly five months since the first time we talked on the phone, and somehow even after all that time, itās like weāre strangers once again.
I asked you what I did or said wrong, but you insisted that it was nothing I did or didnāt do. I told you it hurt my feelings that we arenāt close anymore and you said youāre just tired from work and youād call me later on that night. My phone never rang.
If you want space, just tell me. If you want me to leave you alone, just tell me. Whatever it is you want just tell me. Nothing hurts more than the silence.
And itās not even like I really have anything to grieve, either. There was no official relationship, nothing to label the loss I feel. What am I supposed to say when someone asks me whatās wrong? āOh, the guy I was ātalking toā for five months ghosted me and I donāt know why but Iām really sad and confused about itā? Yeah, that sounds totally normal.
But itās whatever. I hope you figure out whatever it is going on with you and I hope you learn to be happier.
I wasted my favorite season on you, and that was my mistake.
āThey are all okay, and all those things could exist in the same woman. Women shouldnāt be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people.ā (ā)
#i love them
Broke af again this Christmas so ppl are getting arts and crafts
To those who tell me I dont have to lose weight because āsome guys like thicker girlsā
I do not give a shit what guys like.
I did not pierce my ears or my nose because āguys like girls with piercingsā
I did not get tattooed because āguys like girls with tattoosā
I do not wear Star Wars t-shirts or soft sweaters or skinny jeans or comfy leggings because āguys like girls who dress like thatā
I do not groom my eyebrows or wear makeup because āguys like girls with pretty facesā
I do this shit all for myself because I like the way my appearance makes me feel when I do it.
I do not want to lose weight for any male to gaze upon my body whether it be obese or anorexic. I want to lose weight because my joints hurt. I want to lose weight because Iāve doubled my pant size in the last year and a half. I want to lose weight because I look into the mirror and see a creature that looks nothing like the person I want to be.
I want to lose weight and be healthy, something I am not currently. Mentally and physically. This shit is for me and me alone. I could not give a single fuck less about what anyone else wants for my body.
So do not come at me with āyouāre perfect the way you areā or āembrace your curvesā bullshit. I am not fucking healthy, and I am disgusted not only by myself but also by the way men tell me my obesity is perfectly fine, and in some cases preferred. No. Fuck you and fuck your shitty fucking opinions.
Hereās Bowie, a character for a story Iāve been kinda piecing together in my head. Not sure where itās going yet but itās a post-apocalyptic sci-fi and I think there might be some fantasy sprinkled in here and there, who knows.
Self portrait:) Iām a lot uglier irl lmao
Post Apocalyptic Aesthetic / requested by anon
Etsy Shop / RedBubble
Negan aesthetic (II)
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