Heya! My commissions are open again for the remainder of the summer. if you like how I draw, feel free to shoot me a dm or an email!
faq and prices are listed in the link in bio and down below!
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cherry valley forever
Keni
Show & Tell
Monterey Bay Aquarium
occasionally subtle
Acquired Stardust
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Andulka
Peter Solarz

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Stranger Things
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Claire Keane
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
AnasAbdin
taylor price
trying on a metaphor

Janaina Medeiros

shark vs the universe
hello vonnie
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@foxtea
Heya! My commissions are open again for the remainder of the summer. if you like how I draw, feel free to shoot me a dm or an email!
faq and prices are listed in the link in bio and down below!
A basic hub of all of my links!
For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Part 1
Backrooms (2026) - Kane Parsons, A24
Backrooms art because I genuinely can’t wait for the movie anymore.
Just fyi, the title is a quote by James Baldwin, but the poem is by Nikita Gill.
I shared the source of Baldwin's quote here. It's from an essay that he started writing after Kwame Ture, then still known as Stokely Carmichael, had his passport confiscated by the US government in 1967.
I also share the poem there. Nikita Gill wrote it in 2024. You can find her on Tumblr as well, @meanwhilepoetry
Here's a transcription (copied from my previous post):
"Every bombed village is my hometown" - James Baldwin And every dead child is my child. Every grieving mother is my mother. Every crying father is my father. Every home turned to rubble is the home I grew up in. Every brother carrying the remains of his brother across borders is my brother. Every sister waiting for a sister who will never come home is my sister. Every one of these people are ours, Juist like we are theirs. We belong to them and they belong to us.
Back in the day- *jingle, jingle, jingle*.
Back in the day- *jingle, jingle, jingle*.
Moon over the Temple of Poseidon. 1 - 2
Dragon tiles
Frankenstein study.
hate when I type :) and this 🙂 fucker appears. Go away you evil soul
Sorry for the absence. I’ve been busy falling in love and catching the plague. Here’s a Harrow warmup
🦴 Wearing sunglasses means nobody knows where you're looking, right? 🦴
Pose for the ‘gram
Pose for the ‘gram