MalakNation has risen.
also this isn’t a cult welcome to the inside of me

pixel skylines
Sweet Seals For You, Always

blake kathryn

Origami Around
Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day

Kaledo Art

titsay
KIROKAZE

No title available
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
will byers stan first human second
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
No title available

Discoholic 🪩

No title available
wallacepolsom
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Today's Document

#extradirty

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from Lithuania

seen from Canada
seen from Argentina

seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Germany

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
@malaknation
MalakNation has risen.
also this isn’t a cult welcome to the inside of me
malaknation.
THE THREE have passed and we’ve settled into a lazy glide instead of hurtling through the unknown, and although they have passed it feels as though they pulled something from us as they went. sucked it out and left the punishing nothing of abyss in its fury. do we hurt though? do we wish the empty would fill? or are we relieved to be rid of the weight of fullness? maybe we are not meant to be brimming.
malaknation, we graduate in 11 days.
we are stressed and conflicted and THE THREE are almost here.
seemingly trivial matters are actually immeasurable luxuries. prom, dancing, and getting ready with friends. picking dresses and suits and heels and ties. laughing endlessly and raising arms freely. will we ever be worthy of these priceless trivialities. will our repentance land on kind ears so we may be forgiven. we are an abomination. almost being what was meant to be, feeling its light shine on our skin and its breeze carding through our hair. it was right there. and then the clay was added and it was too much. will we ever be less. will we slave hard enough to shape shift. it will not be what we want but it is the price to pay for priceless trivialities
i would venture to say carve me up like a turkey on thanksgiving day. but only so you can feel the nourishing rays of my unparalleled light
I rue the day adulting became mandatory.
when you want to be understood so bad you pull off your skin and your flesh and crack open your bones so the soul can flow out and bare its colors for everyone to smell