Jules of Nature

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trying on a metaphor

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Love Begins

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You can love someone and still realize they don’t know how to love you properly.
give! her! the! ketchup!!!
(commissions open for pokemon paintings)
grammar this. grammar that. sometimes 'grammatically correct' just doesn't hit the spot. the vibes are telling me to laugh in the face of the english language and that's exactly what I'm going to do, one incorrectly structured sentence at a time.
Claustrophile
She could’ve taken me out
then & there, but
I am not the type, and
honestly, that’s alright with me.
So I’ll head off to the bar
that’s downstairs, to
kiss a friend goodbye, and
crawl away for the night, because
—
if there’s some gleam in my eye
that might’ve caught her own
it must be tricks of the light, so
we’re both better off alone.
I’ve wandered out & in to worlds
that’ll challenge my style, but
have never survived for more
than just a little while, ‘cos I’m
an overcome claustrophile.
—
He could’ve allowed me in
to the fold, but
I was easy prey, and
seriously, why not play with me?
So I’ll fall upon the block’s
stranglehold, to
expect a dropped blade, and
shed ‘sorry’s for the weight, because
—
each bitter breath I take
is of a better man’s air.
This body’s taking up space that
could’ve been yours, or theirs.
I’d walk continents for your love
while you’ll not give a mile.
I never asked for your judge-
ment, let alone a trial, yet I’m
your culpable claustrophile
—
I could’ve just given up
any time, but
I’m depended on, and
horribly, that’s what’s wrong with me.
So I’ll stand in search of suns that
never rise, to
welcome warm their bronze, and
spread thin my shadow’s song, because
—
what little colour’s in me
is just a shade with no hue.
Although riddled by answers, I
lack a damn thing to prove.
I have to suck it up each day
like gulping down bile, and
it’s been feeling this way
since I was juvenile, ‘cos I’m
a cursed, chronic claustrophile
The Night Walker
Headless hunger now does demand
ascension from glory — towering
—
above, dark shoulders spread, and
become the night sky, a thousand
hands plunging through canopies
—
made decayed by pestilent hatred
exuded with fully remorseless rule
Last night I was insanely hot and stupid but not in an ideal & preferable "himbo" kind of way, more like "this idiot's skin is suffocating him and he's knocked everything on his desk over"
Gastly
I wanna try and draw every first evolution ghost types.
January 10, 2020 Illustrator: Masaaki Iwane
I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.
Let’s Find Pokémon! Postcard Book (2001) - Lavender Town Postcard Illustrator: Kazunori Aihara
April 5, 2018 Illustrator: Masaaki Iwane
also mew told me to go kill myself when i finally unlocked it
dance of the jellyfish.mp3
nothing I manage to build in pokopia will even come close to the perfection of this photo I took last night
two of my favourite mega designs (they both have luscious hair)
hyper beam