This is what happens when I let myself edit at ungodly hours in the morning, you're welcome

Kaledo Art
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
One Nice Bug Per Day
Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
noise dept.
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tumblr dot com

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JBB: An Artblog!

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blake kathryn
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we're not kids anymore.

titsay

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taylor price
dirt enthusiast
i don't do bad sauce passes
AnasAbdin

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@orangevioletgreen
This is what happens when I let myself edit at ungodly hours in the morning, you're welcome
IRON LUNG (2026) dir. Markiplier
safe now
+ closeup
gambling odds and arranging terms
The finale should've referenced the arrangement. I need to cope with how bad it was by making art lmao
[Do you believe in God?] Let's not get into that. I hear enough of that kinda talk on Eden.
IRON LUNG (2026)
There's a lot I didn't know how to say when I was younger. When the world seemed so limited, and the wash and rinse of hope and disappointment repeats itself. I wrote anyway. Wrote and wrote and wrote, hoping to uproot what exactly it was that I was feeling. It pored out of me like a never ending, broken dam.
Now that I'm older and I can string more than two paragraph's worth of why it hurts to breathe and wake up, I've also gone reserved. It'll be rare to see if I've poured my heart out so specifically because I've grown up knowing that it wouldn't get me anywhere. That writing the pain in the blood and sweat of my own hands would result in nothing more than a dismissal, a scolding, or an "I'm sorry. You overwhelm me," and so you shut up. You muffle that little voice inside of you begging to be heard, so confused, asking you what's wrong and why it doesn't seem to stop. Why the mental torment still haunts your waking days.
You're older now, but you don't know what to say to that. Growing old doesn't seem to have the answers you so desperately hoped it would.
IRON LUNG (2026) dir. Markiplier
Markiplier as Simon, The Butcher IRON LUNG
IRON LUNG / PROJECT HAIL MARY
Grace goes swimming! Rocky is not thrilled.
Eridians cant "hold their breath" like humans do, their vents dont close completly so water can still get in, if they fall in water they drown and die. safe to say rocky is not a fan of when grace does it for fun xD
(i got the inspo for this from this fic: Enrichment by alatarmaia4, please check it out it is so funny)
More art of Rocky Stressing™️ about human biology
imagine being an angel and realizing the most beautiful thing in creation is sitting next to you complaining about nebulae
Gorgeous.
They deserve the world 🤍
Dating
always miss each other
artwork as acts of self-harm...
all of my writing is actually just thinly-veiled fantasy about being seen at your worst and still being loved
Shut Up, I Don’t Care
Today's vent:
Absolute perfection.