The Stitching Gullet by ethanpatrickharris

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almost home
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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The Stitching Gullet by ethanpatrickharris
Drawings by Pablo Picasso, dated July 1928.
A whole mass of beebly boys
The beebly boy collection, the beebly boy masterpost
Reflection / Відображення
My entry for Mermay
Cirrus: Sky hound
I haven’t posted here in while so Idk here’s some sad things I found in my notes, im sure I was wasted while writing them because I have no recollection of ever doing so.
I forgot about these but I'm still pretty proud of them
i hate myself. so so much. i hate my personality, i hate my body, i hate my voice, i hate how im lazy, i hate how i cry myself to sleep. i hate the things i say, i hate the things i eat. i hate how i have no ambitions, i hate how i want my life to be better but i dont want to get better. i hate how i want to die, but cant bring myself to do it. i hate myself. i loathe who i am and its not going to change.
I’m upset with myself but I can’t stop
(Check out my tumblr for more)
One of the most beautiful songs ever written.
Pencil Sketch artist Efraín Malo
For more: artwoonz.com
sensory overload, or, as i like to call it,
The worst part about going out is drunkenly panicking when you get home about every little thing you did or way you moved
Bartender: thanks for stopping that bar fight, spiderman. Can I get you a drink? It’s on the house
Peter: thank you, but I can’t
Bartender: why not
Peter:
Bartender:
Peter, trying not to give his age away: I’m pregnant
Bartender, shook: oh, congratulations, boy or girl?
Peter, now in full-on panic mode: it’s an uh, spider