✧*｡Artemis ✧*｡

“Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight, for the greatest tragedy of them all is to never see the burning light” ~A lonely poet just trying to make it~

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I suppose an intro is a good idea…

•••• Artemis ••••

𓆟. ° .• .𓆝 .• ° . 𓆟° .𓆞

★ Identity: afab She/Her pronouns ૮˶․ ․ ྀི˶ა

★ Orientation: I’m bi♥︎

★ Interests: poetry, musicals, fish keeping, playing guitar, singing, drawing, and basically anything horror related >ᵥ_ᵥ<

★ Dislikes: I absolutely hate carrots I’m so sorry (╥_╥) ooooh and eggs…

★ Music: Right now I’ve been listening to a lot of Grateful Dead, Bob Dylan, Micheal Jackson, Prince, Arctic Monkeys, phantom of the opera, Jeff Buckley, ABBA, Mitski, and James Marriott★

★ Extra: please don’t be afraid to dm me or send asks! I love talking to people and I’m always eager to listen (I’m bad at small talk though sorry ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱) I swear I’m super whimsical I just tend to write sad poems…

Kk baiiiiiiii

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leaving ur house with a mysterious snail shaped bag

Ar naur my children 😭🥺🙏😔💀💔🥀😫

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NEW SNAILS

There be new additions to the family!! Meet Clorox (big one) and Tiki (little one) they’re blue mystery snails and I love them very much! Their shells are in sorta rough shape but I’ll get them big and strong in a few weeks ^^

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I recently watched Misery

How would you feel having a number one fan?

A little terrified but then again that could just be the general existential dread

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Steel tongues,

my blood flowing into greedy mouths.

They gnaw,

they bite,

until I am unmade,

until I am whole again.

Do you enjoy how I bleed for you?

your kisses as sweet as steel,

your caress as soft as copper,

as gentle as iron.

You drain me,

and I let you.

My blood is useless if not bled for you.

So I bleed, and bleed, and bleed.

All for you,

and your steel tongue.

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what’s the worst pain you’ve ever felt? how would you describe it?

Worst pain? Well emotionally it was probably when I learned my mom was leaving? It was numbing and for a long time I didn’t feel it, being the mature kid who was meant to take it all without complaining kinda added to it I suppose. Uhmmmmm physically though probably when I was really sick and couldn’t stop throwing up, gods it really felt like my throat was being torn out

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Do you ever have days were you feel like you feel off the earth for a little while

Yeah definitely, I mean struggling with identity and disassociation makes some weeks kinda feel like I wasn’t the one living them Yknow? Also I often lose all motivation to communicate with people online so there’s definitely that added disconnect (sorry my moots I love talking to you but sometimes my brain says no)

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How comfortable are you in not knowing? 🤔

I acknowledge the unknown but I don’t respect it. If you don’t strive for knowledge, even of the impossible, then you simply are a coward. So I’m quite uncomfortable with not knowing.

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oomf i think ur haunted

That fucking clown doll….

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How do you feel about your intro being tagged as mature?

I have absolutely no idea why it’s tagged like that honestly. I’ve tried editing some things but it doesn’t go away, I guess tumblr hates me :(

[barbifranco]

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Using this as a reference for a future sketch brb

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Wafflesss ooorrr pancakes🤸🤸

Oooooh okay waffles normally BUT if it’s those like super thin pancakes then I’d for those…

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Piebald blacktip shark (Carcharhinus limbatus) [x]

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Type of gluttony the bible warns you about.

deplorable sinners…

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I wish I was a work of art.

Something to be admired,

valued,

respected.

I wish to be held on a pedestal,

stared at for hours,

picked apart by strangers,

seen from my complexities,

loved for every little detail.

I wish I was created with loved,

created with passion,

created with thousands of painstaking details placed by gentle hands.

Does the Mona Lisa ever question who she is?

Does she spend hours in the mirror lost because she doesn’t recognize the person staring back?

My lines are not straight,

my proportions are off,

and my canvas is torn.

at least if I was a work of art I would be abstract.

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My entire fyp is German shitposts and I would like to inform everyone that I in fact DO NOT SPEAK GERMAN??? am I obligated to learn the language now cus there’s way too many big words T_T

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What do you make of me?

I can be anything,

Everything,

Nothing.

Dear stranger,

who am I?

Am I your daughter?

Your sister?

Your friend?

Your lover?

Am I nothing to you?

I will be everything for you.

All for you dear stranger.

The world doesn’t want me,

but I can be your world.

I am a body not yet cut, cut me

I am a canvas not yet painted, paint me

You are a god dear stranger, make me.