the_prodigal_painter

Medical student by day, artist by night, full time gay.😏

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A lot of good things happened in 20gayteen😏😏. The best was getting some hella awesome friends who matched our level of crazy. So here’s a picture dedicated to these dope ass souls. . May the new year be toight!! 😁🎉🎊🎄😍 . . #newyearseve #holidayparty #holidays #fireworks #comic #digitalart #digitalartist #procreate #newyear #sweater #cute #comicart #art #artistsoninstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/BsDdGWsBF4o/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=7va7zitx99wy

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Wanted to make my room gayer... so here we are.

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The perfect date🙈☺️

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Made this for my girlfriends birthday. You shall forever be my heda😘😘

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the straights are at it again

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Reblog if you are a greedy gay hoarding refracted light all for your greedy gay self

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Cupcake, cream puff and other baked goods😍

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Sometimes I just wanna sleep. Drown inside a dreamless slumber and never wake up. With no worries about the repercussions of my actions, no worrisome speculations about the future, no turbulent emotions. I just wanna be calm. Like that moment before dawn, when time stands still. And there is no movement, no earthly sounds. And darkness so dense, and the air so fresh that even tho u r drowning u feel more alive than ever. And all u wanna do is be frozen in time. Unchanging, never moving, omnipresent. And feel something u cannot feel, yet feeling it all at once. And never ever wake up again.

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It's a curious thing happiness, when it comes u feel like you can take over the world, when it goes you feel powerless as a prisoner...

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Change I hate myself. More than anyone can imagine. More than I can imagine. I hate myself. I try to change. No trust me I do. But something stops me. Some thing makes me give up every time. Every fucking time I try, I just can’t. I can’t handle it. I can’t change. Because I’m afraid of it. I’m afraid of the unknown. I’m scared to death by the idea of a new me. Don’t get me wrong, I want it, a lot. I want to see her. She’s there, behind a blurred glass, appraising my current self, a smug smirk on her happy face. I try to reach her. With all the strength my exhausted, damaged self can muster. But she lies just out of my reach. However hard I try I can’t touch her. But now things have changed. I want to reach her almost too much. Too much is at stake. There can be no mistakes. I have to try, even if I die trying. I have to find that reflection in the blurry glass. That shadow of hope. Till it’s sharply defined, shining bright with bursts of colored shine. In the light of day, and the dark abyss of the night.

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