Kaden’s Mostly Musicians Blog

20 | she/her | trans | safe space

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Art for the Tns Discord server (by: @fightingoverfood)

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[twinboats23]

Hayley williams live>>>

Ego death at a bachelorette party is one of the best albums of all time and I really hope hayley makes a live version like I'd probably sell my soul for it can't lie

[spicy-apple-pie]

His bat instincts took over

Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

[samspicturesandwords]

I did a study of this photo of Tegan and Sara I found online. It's far from perfect - I see a lot of flaws - but I'm happy with how it turned out overall.

[parawhore-mp3]

i make more decent drawings every time i tell myself i'm only going to practice. Maybe it's the decode effect. Song is so good you literally can't make bad art when you're thinking about it.

also, i missed tonight's hotd episode to finish this. if i see any spoilers, i'll never draw again.

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[kidpix-album-covers]

Tegan and Sara - Sainthood (2009)

(requested by an anon)

[ysssssart]

Little Miss Paramore

[fightingoverfood]

It’s so interesting what being with someone who completely dismantles your regulation system will do.

I used to reach out my arm at night, reaching for connection. To get hit square in the nose for even trying. After a while, I learned to be completely still, to not make a noise. To never use my phone in bed. If I was uncomfortable and didn’t sleep, it was better than waking up with my face bruised and sore again.

The narcissistic pull, the way they could make me feel as if I am so special. Followed by the intense push of being told I will never be loved, not by anyone but especially not by them. All to be woke up the next morning and told to take their kid to school. As if I wasn’t just told less than 12 hours before, that I was, indeed, unlovable.

Even after years, I still find myself having these intense nightmares. Nightmares in which everyone I have ever cared for abandons me.

I’ll go to work. I’ll sit at home. I’ll play my little games. I’ll ignore that deep ache telling me I deserve such love.

The love in me lies dormant. I’ve locked her away. She cries so loud, sometimes I let her free. A quick 15 minute run before she reluctantly walks back into her cell, hearing the clicks of the locks behind her. She knows the routine.

It would be unfair to let myself believe that love is safe.

[speakslow48]

all u think of lately is getting underneath me

all i dream of lately is how to get u underneath me

here comes the heat before we meet, a little bit closer

here comes the spark before the dark, come a little closer

[occupo2]

“knows what you are” is my favorite sub-genre of tns photos

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[hidauta-portfolio]

You could call me Ms. Paramour <3

[bomkii]

SHES IN A BAND!!!!!!

[coffee-addict-kitten]

Spotted some wild odys and marks lmao

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JUMP!

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I’ve heard it all before

[speakslow48]

silly lesbian twins on a mission