my heart could simply burst

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Isaac being his terrible self 🥰

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my girls Ash and Scout! I finally fixed my waterlogged art tablet

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poem 90 in raptured set: the terminal

12/15/21

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tree bit her. thats what happens when you live in a horror novel, idiot.

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nanowrimo means procrastinating on good writing with okay art, right? ....right. anyway, it's Ash, Isaac, and Scout from ch. 11 of Cardinal Sins.

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another nanowrimo meme break ft. isaac

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sketch of my boys as a nanowrimo marathon writing intermission 🤍🧡

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tweaks, updates, and redraws 💚

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#62

ANGELS IN HER ATTIC

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Ash based on that one NGE manga panel bc it's so her

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Goretober 1: beaten/bruised

planning on doing a few days of Goretober this year as a break from Nanowrimo’s Preptober, featuring characters from the novel in prep. today: Scout

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(7.1.21)

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Cordelia and Albee from my fave podcast Rude Tales of Magic, by @bransonreese! I haven’t been making much art because, y’know, novel writing, but I love these girls so dang much!

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I was a thing of Eden

I was fruit and flower and lamb

I was wed to Adam and Eve (it was Adam, Eve, and I)

and of course, eternity never lasts

edicts come from above like rain,

the first godly demands on our fresh-formed hearts

love is well and good, but think of the humans

think of the projects yet to come

think of the fact that in heaven's back garden, there's only room for two

well, easy come and easy go

but easy isn't always painless

easy isn't always right

easy isn't always holy

and if the gods who fucked us into existence

saw us on our altar and were mortified,

more fool them.

so, foolish All-knowing

damn me further

cast me down once more- if you can be bothered

yes, my blasphemy doesn't mean much,

but it's some bitter comfort

reminding me of the first red wines of Eden

back in the beginning

(these days I only drink cider)

(4.2.21)

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How bizarre and unlike myself you make me

In a great big world I used to believe unlovable,

You soften me, gentled like a wild horse under clever hands

Maybe it was better when I was wild,

But this is happiness post-sacrifice

Tamed creatures can stop. breathe easy. look up to the sky.

And I cherish it

I don't miss the fear that comes with running across the tallgrass plains

When you run for your life, you may be free

But your heart beats like something close to exploding

How unlike myself I am these days

Soft and bruisable

And yet, see how smooth my skin is, even so

Isn't it funny, how slow the injuries are to come

To my hide: uncallused, unarmored, unguarded

You make me something like a stranger,

Something like my child-self always expected to be one day

I wish I could share it with you, how it feels to be held under your love

It feels something like sunrises

Something like the foreword to a book unwritten

How unlike myself I've become!

But I'll greet her with open arms all the same-

I fell in love with you, and miracle of miracles

I think I may fall in love with this new self of mine, too

(3.18.21)

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my paper cutout girl

spread your eyelids apart with two fingers

you need artificial teardrops for something very real.

everyone's body is a little bit broken,

but mine, more than most. or so it seems.

we lived in a closet when we were five years old

and listened to grown-up people speaking through the vents in the floor

sing along, they echo like an old tv

but you're not sure you know the words.

we tasted the things that aren't allowed

and most of them were bitter

but some (the most poisonous) were sweet, sweet, sweet

it's been decades since our childhoods met and parted

do you still drink your medicine from bottles marked "bleach" and "oil"?

I wonder what color your insides are by now.

I've been in love with you for years

and the fact of it makes me hate you with a violence no one should have to bear

how dare you stake a claim inside my head

and poison me with memories

give me the bottle of eyedrops so I can cry for you.

I love you, love you, love you!

isn't that why I wish I had locked you in that closet and left your bones to dry?

singing songs in the veins of the vents of the house

I can see in your so-beloved eyes you wish the same of me,

aren't we a pair

my papercut girl

(3.12.21)

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the only things worth dying for

are those that wouldn't ask it

the beautiful and the sublime

will see me in my casket

no god, no flag, no general

could lead me to the knife

but for poetry, for romance,

I may yet give my life

oh, let me meet you lovely

let me meet you young and whole

let me meet you with a meaning

let me play one leading role

I'll sacrifice my twilight years

for all that I believe in

or, if not belief, I'll die

for the promise of the grieving

now, send me on with endless tears

keep my portrait wreathed in lace

tell the children I was holy

so I never fall from grace

and though I've been dead for decades

and along with me, the world,

just know there will come others

following the martyred girl