NASA
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
if i look back, i am lost
Mike Driver
@theartofmadeline
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almost home
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
trying on a metaphor
pixel skylines
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🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
cherry valley forever
Kiana Khansmith
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Andulka
art blog(derogatory)
wallacepolsom
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@deaddog10
hello im lev.. im trying to find my artstyle and i love you c:
i like devi mcallion, we sticker traded on 02.14.26
i live in england and im half mexican
i was a victim of the bass
i like from @deaddog20 and if ur interested my diary blog is @deaddog16
comms are super open!
fun fun fun
why am i flopping
thinking about them
shape
cupcake really wants to express herself
Your art has been really inspirational lately it's like if doodles in school margins formed a cocoon and came out as a a beautiful butterfly
I love that, thank you, im tryibh to be more expressive again
vices
i know
crazy how the year that my mom describes being in a really bad and unstable mental state i remember almost nothing of. i remember a few stupid things she did while drunk, i remember the night with her and my godfather (kinda) but other than that? anyone know what happened in 2020? i just remember a few glimpses. but like what i hate about this is how like. maybe nothing happened. and im just making like s problem where there just isn’t one like maybe my moms state didn’t really affect me. idk. i know this isn’t making sense. whenever i talk about my trauma it feels like im lying, like im just telling someone else’s story, like when i describe these things like my mom getting SAd and me too potentially (i don’t remember lol) i like. it feels two dimensional, like so flat and not real. but then there’s tiny insignificant events and those really really hurt to talk about. so i always feels like nothing that’s happened to me is valid because what IS a big event feels fake and what does upset me is so small. my brain tortures itself over and over because when i feel bad i feel like i don’t have a good enough reason to feel bad, and i think of all the people who do, people with real trauma, kids who’ve been neglected and abused, kids living through war and then i feel fucking worse which makes me angrier at myself. im just jdojdnfljnddojfnd
you are so cool dude
thank youuu.. dude
quite a few of your artworks remind me of fluttershy and poob ^__^
haha thanks man, who’s poob?
please
i know