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formerly Iké, now art. my stuff. sharpshooting

[pn3um6]

𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖘

𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔰,

𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔰,

𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔤𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔰,

𝔄𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔢𝔶𝔢.

ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂

𝕴𝖋 𝕴 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖕 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙

𝕴𝖙 𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖊𝖊

[pn3um6]

I have so much to say, but I don't know how

An artwork I did a couple of years ago with coloured pencils on paper

[pn3um6]

But, unlike throughout the history, when a trend would totally engulf the scene, and would, after a while be replaced by another, it seems to me that today's situation is different: every single trend that ever was, now coexists in this big quantum art sponge.

tl;dr ~ Today, there's art for everyone, isn't that amazing?

[dispiritedfae]

Nobody apologized for how they treated me they just blamed me for how I reacted

[defiantsuggestions]

Recovery is a process. It's not a linear process, you'll have good days and bad days, and sometimes the bad days will make you think you're not moving at all.

But you are moving.

You are moving, every day. Every day you are taking another step. You are learning. You are experiencing.

There are things you have yet to learn. It will take time to get there.

But you will get there. Even if it is slow, you will get there.

[tiamatnightmare]

Vampire Hunter D evolution

[yuumei-art]

Pressed Flower Wings

[i9nis]

did anybody else experience emotional ache equivalent to every single bone in the body being crushed to dust after seeing this scene? (like me 🤕)

[i9nis]

[pn3um6]

Dazzled by crowned abyss.

[pn3um6]

Your punishment was the gift of silence.

[vintage-every-day]

Madame Grès 1954

[at14]

Your future needs you, your past doesn’t

[icyauras]

[pn3um6]

"You're non-fungible."

[bubheart]

I was the child of hunger and a lost king.

Hunger first came dressed in white, the pealing of church bells in her steps and the stench of foreign blood on her veil. The day Hunger died, the ugly cry of a baby pierced the silence.

I had dug my way out from where they’d buried me, deep beneath her ashes. I ate and ate and I cried. But nanny, my emptiness still bleed the color of her kin.

If only my heart had fell silent too, the day my mother died.

@atelier-maroron @ikemen-prince-writers-posts >.<‘ humm, as promised? Hope you’ll like it.

[bubheart]

We were born from death and a mad king.

Death called us Licht, the first ray that left her womb and Nokto, the darkness that follows. We called her "mother", knees trembling with the sound of chattering hearts.

And when she says my name, oh when she says it, I try to block out her voice with my hands but I can still read it on her blood stained lips.

The way you spat my name up, mother, felt like love.

[ikemen-prince-writers-posts]

This is amazing 👀👀

@bubheart Beautifully written ❤️

[bubheart]

Oh my god!! I went to eat a snacky and came back to so many likes and reblogs 😭 thank you so much, it means a lot ❤️