ryan glim

NSFW. 18+ A collection of poses, prose, poems, art & songs from the mind of ryan g: artist's model & muse.

[jellyscend-deactivated20190123]

why is every boy out of their god damn fucking mind like shut the fuck up

[givinintoglim]

You caught me.

Sketch by Anne Bushey

#ryan #g #artist #model #modelofcolor #figuremodel #figure #black #anne #bushey

[givinintoglim]

Queen of the Serpents

By #Aki

#ryan #g #artist #model #modelofcolor #figuremodel #figure #black #watercolor #curves

[givinintoglim]

#nightowl

[givinintoglim]

1/2 of Sleeping (?) #ryan #g #artist #model

[givinintoglim]

Yours truly by Fay Wu

[ayeerell]

A Beautiful sista

[jonstich]

Acrylic painting from tonight’s class #figurepainting (at Kroeber Hall)

[iamryanglim]

[iamryanglim]

I climb into the ingress of

the dragon king.

Dwell there,

In the damp and the dark.

Contented by their sound,

And their smell…

& THERE-

They abide me.

Resist?

No.

Fight their way back out?

Why?

I am bound in their absorption.

Becoming one with their recesses.

Complimenting their aspirations

[iamryanglim]

Rapidly accumulating saliva, flaccid alien tongue & numb, lopsided lips keep me stone quiet, humble & poker faced. The child sitting across from me on the bus stares, bewildered. ... 'Dentist visit' I communicate to their wide, curious eyes, Telepathically.

[iamryanglim]

Was she committed to him?

Sure.

Just not as much as she was committed to herself.

 (MILLYA Millennial Young Adult Thoughts)

[iamryanglim]

Little girl to little boy who offers her a flower on the bike trail, both around ages 5 or 6:

"Umm, that's nice, but I've got to ride my bike."

[iamryanglim]

Sleeping (?)

&

Golden

[givinintoglim]

2.16.15.

So quick to inspire & slow to inquire In a flurry of color, another evening transpires One asks, “Are you mine? “ The other thinks for an hour, “I am yours like the waves belong to the sea, You are mine like the flower belongs to the bee.”

[givinintoglim]

*In The Train Station Restroom * a short

She kissed as if she wished to merge souls. Seek his out with pillow lips and silken tongue.

This alarmed him. He did not wish to see her anymore.

"What is she searching for?" He asked himself, letting cold sink water drip down his face."What does she want to find in me?"

He looked to his own eyes in the train station bathroom mirror but feared what he would see. Instead, he grabbed the nearest face towel and dried his face in a distracted & detached rubbing motion.

His train had just arrived.

[iamryanglim]