Tank Girl (1995)

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Tank Girl (1995)
I think I dreamt this interaction, and I thought it would make a cute comic
I wanted to make a version of this with the epilogue included
if u like my work, you can help me make more by supporting me i designed a sticker of these two if you're interested <3
Part 2
Art: Portrait of a Lady (detail), 1615, by Anonymous artist (Southern Netherlands).
Takato Yamamoto, Saint Sebastian (聖セバスチャン), 2005. Acrylic on paper.
Be sure to keep it lit… by Abigail Larson on Instagram for the Over the Garden Wall show at Gallery Nucleus
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"I read somewhere that taking progesterone makes you better at gambling."
Doomed yuri yayyyyy :3
Happy Pride Month!
I need a death ray like this :D
Endlessly oscillating between anger and heartbreak. I genuinely can't see any world in which we stayed friends. It's shocking I put up with her for as long as I did. At the sometime, I loved her more than anything or anyone. I genuinely feel like I have nothing and a nothing without her in my life. I want to die.
There has been nothing more painful than unlatching her from my life and heart. Every time I pry something out, it bleeds and bleeds.
Egon Schiele, Seated Woman With Bent Knees, 1917
“Something in her was violently sensual, alive, earthy…”
— 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚒̈𝚜 𝙽𝚒𝚗 , 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜 - 𝙴𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊 (𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟽)
Lies
I lie to myself over and over. Try to pretend I can move on, but I can't. I cut out a part of my heart, my life, my soul. I feel like I gave myself a mortal wound. I think other people would be mad at the indifference, feeling betrayed or used. I don't. I know she never felt about me what I felt about her. I know I was never the friend to her that she was to me. The only thing I ever feel is heartbreak. Love with no one to give it to. Just a gaping wound that bleeds me out. She's long moved on, forgotten I exist. I meant nothing to her. It's her absence that kills me. I don't just feel alone and helpless, lost and without purpose. I feel like I'm died already and I'm just waiting for my body to catch up.
TTOIL4
I talked about it with my friends. The more I talk, the more perspective I get, the more I realize I made the right decision ending our friendship. You're not going to change. It was absolutely emotional abuse. Frankly, even if you had done nothing wrong, the fact that you hurt me and made me feel like shit was more than enough reason to end our friendship. To quote a friend, you're not gonna turn around and be my soulmate one day. I have friends who love me, care about me, and talking about my feelings to each other is how we bond. I feel sorry for you, that the very idea of talking about feelings makes you feel grossed out. I can't begin to imagine how lonely you must be, or if you view yourself as the only person in the world and everyone else as just another pet. It's all over now. I just have to pick myself up and get back to it. I will miss all the cash you blew on me. Def gonna miss having a rich friend with loose pockets but hey, if you ask me which I need more, a rich friend or one that listens to me, I'm going with the listener.
I think this will be the last one of these I write for awhile. I don't have anything left to say to you and it'd just fall on deaf ears. You'll be fine. People in your tax bracket are always fine and dandy. Enjoy the hell you have made for yourself. I tried to warn ya, I tried to save ya, you just told me to fuck off and went right back in the flames. Only way forward is up.
Love you but let's not keep in touch. Do send me money, though. I can always use more money.
TTOIL3
Can't sleep tonight. I'm getting that paranoia that comes with couch surfing. That sooner or later they'll throw me out. When they do, I'll punch out of 'work'. I'm tired. I can't do this anymore. I used to stick with it because you made me promise, in that selfish way. I hate how you phrased it. "Well, I like having you around" or "You entertain me" and it was so very, very egocentric. At first I thought you were joking but I started to realize that no, you really are that selfish.
I lied when I said "I miss the old you." I love who you are now just as much. We grew around each other. Now I've halved myself. Cut myself down. What am I going to do without you? I know you'd offer me no kind words. Pep talks were never your strong point. Even Kassandra could do a better job cheering me up and that woman couldn't give a hug to saver her life. I'd sooner patch thing up with Kassandra. At least I understood why she stopped being friends with me. You, you just lost your shit and took it out on me. I wanted to spend my life with you. I never imagined or planned for a life without you in it.
I am nothing without you. Why bother carrying on? Nobody cares. Nobody will notice. I could make it look like a bicycling accident. Throw myself in front of a truck. Nobody questions when cyclists die. They just assume we have it coming.
Novel is dead in the water, by the way. Need a new publisher. The old one is ghosting me and apparently has been ghosting all her authors. Just fucking great. I wasted close to two years on someone who sat on my manuscript while I could have been getting published by now. Gotta get the rights back. I genuinely have nothing left.