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___☆ leftist mutant ☆ busy killin' Zs☆___ ○°☆ ~I post art or poems sometimes~ ☆°○ __________◇ Mack (he/him/his) ◇_________ header art is my own, pfp is from Z Nation

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2/5/26

The Speech of Aristophanes

patience has never been my virtue

my ravenous core binding my captive conscious

to the yearn for a Love that would meld my battered heart into theirs

combing the web of strangers

searching every face for a whisper of potential

teetering at the edge of surrender

but my greatest fear

the moment I stop looking

they’ll pass me by.

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◇ Adam Stanheight ◇

I claim credit only for the composition of images, not the images themselves

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12/15/25

this cursed tongue spins a grave tunneled into the depths

wilted petal eyes scattered

amongst the pile of bones that grows

each time I let this cursed tongue

paint a tale of yearning

to the detriment of my mouth

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[znationthemusical]

Someone, please, explain to me why I’m so fucking obsessed with the two most garbage characters in Z Nation that have a total of 5 episodes of screen time.

(I’m not counting Doc’s Stones History because IT DOESN’T COUNT.)

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Because they're perfect and gay.

[captainkitty25]

From Mumbo’s second episode of S11

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Simultaneously love and hate tumblr because what do you mean this meme I made in 30 seconds gets more attention and love than any art I've painstakingly created?

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Antidote of a Wordsmith, 2025, Digital Collage

Credits under the cut:

typewriter letters

abstract collage

red gem

cd

wax seal

moth

butterfly and background paper

fish

wisteria

everything else is from google (~3), my own photography, or www.transparenttextures.com and ransomizer.com

All words are my own, except the song lyric (Wonderless, Pierce the Veil)

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10/17/25

I held a funeral

for the butterflies you used to give me

there were so many little bodies

wings twisted tangled

tormented tissue paper

fluttering

d o w n

to rest among

leaves sodden somber

the season of our love decaying slow

each wilted petal drifting down

to the procession

for the butterflies you used to give me

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Rorschach's Monster, 2024/25, Digital Drawing

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Safety in Shadows, 2025, Poem/Drawing

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Dependence, 2025, Blackout Poem

[bigfatbitchdotcom]

Endlessly diabolical how you can't say words like rape and suicide uncensored without either being criticised by idiots or punished by conglomerates.

[bigfatbitchdotcom]

It's not r*pe, it's rape. It's not su*cide, it's suicide. Not unalive, dead. The backbone needs to be reintroduced en masse because softening the blow of these concepts with advertising language does absolutely nothing but allow people unaffected by them to feel not even a sting of what they can do, prompting inaction.

[bigfatbitchdotcom]

And it's been proven that on certain websites, you don't even face a repercussion for using the words as they are. People just started censoring themselves because they feared the potential lack of views and likes and followers which is so nasty itself.

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5/5/25

Song of the Forsaken

Just once, let me be the muse, not the artist

I’d die happy if I could take my last breath with a lover’s name on my lips

I’ve been told I’m just unlucky in love,

But lately I’ve started to wonder,

What if my soulmate died a long, long time ago,

And I’m doomed to search the earth for them

Only to be met with the ghost of what could’ve happened

Had I been ready a century ago?