The Bowery Presents
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Discoholic 🪩
occasionally subtle
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trying on a metaphor

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Xuebing Du
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Origami Around
Jules of Nature
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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my take on fat toddler! frisk... ohuhu markers + colored pencils
is all weed slut weed or am i the problem
toward the sun, from the sun
pride month is almost over
A scrapped illustration for Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper” (1892).
Yes clark maybe you were the problem
IM FUCKING PEEING
wednesday night….the thinking man’s friday
I got the game and now I get to feed my miis cigarettes too. >:)
Well thank y’all for the love on my last tmb art! So here’s some more art of these guys that I drew back in 2023
Do Eridians know they are different colours. I bet Grace's alien kids love finding out what colour they are. It means absolutely nothing to them but they're like :O :O
Some of them think he's making this whole 'colour' thing up to mess with them and try to catch him out by asking again on a different day to prove he's just saying random noises but he's like you are still blue buddy and they're like :O :O
Like if we met an alien species who had extra senses & they said that some humans felt spingly and some humans felt spoingly I bet we'd all want to know if we were spingly or spoingly humans
dead wife montage but it's a henchman reminiscing about da boss after he got put six feet under. picking flowers before hiding the bodies, wiping cocaine from your nose after a big night, that long drive down the beach to find the bookie who squealed. where did the days go