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loving and living and learning and loving some more ☆ artist, poet, musician ☆ i'd like to contribute something beautiful to the world ☆ 20y/o | they/he

[salemstormsrome]

heres a cool thing i did okay bye

[salemstormsrome]

female but only in the femcel sort of way and only like 12% i think

[salemstormsrome]

not me coming back from a 2 month hiatus just to say some uncomprehensible shit that only belongs on tumblr and then dissapear again

[salemstormsrome]

female but only in the femcel sort of way and only like 12% i think

[vick-shimmer]

You're on a path in the woods.

And at the end of that path is a cabin.

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[salemstormsrome]

pretty ladies 👉👈

[babynapa]

uhh throwback

[danhowellsfeet-backup]

Here's how Dab and Evan can still have a daughter

[gh0stbreath]

I do not do "warm up sketches". I do not "thumbnail". I do not do "art studies". I sit down and raw dog it. And if I hate it....?

I KILL MYSELF.

[salemstormsrome]

Jax doodles from a while ago :3

[salemstormsrome]

little sketches hii goodmorningg

[9uys]

momma it doesn't have anything to do with satan. it's me.

[salemstormsrome]

I LOVE CARRIE AND I LOVE THIS ART THANK YOU

[afterrrrot]

just give me the lobotomy bitch

[salemstormsrome]

doodles at my work. sometimes i lay on the heat rack where they put the pizzas to keep warm and i feel like a lizard laying on a rock.

[thegreatgoatby]

Go get em girl

[shortboxcomicsfair]

Doora is a people pleaser, a quality that's taken advantage of by her family and colleagues. Until one day, Doora finds herself transformed: into a literal doormat! And the only was to change back is to assert herself... But old habits are hard to break. 'Doormat' is a new comic from ToothDecay, about the difficulty of breaking cycles. This comic will be available digitally from October 1-31st as part of ShortBox Comics Fair, an online-only event that sees the release of over 150+ new, original comics from artists all around the world!

[estranged-sky-deactivated202510]

I'll take care of you

It feels good to shelter you

Like the child I once knew

You're bright and true,

qualities I forget exist

In this mist,

I plead the fifth

I can't see straight, and left turns are right

I'm told that opposite day has taken its plight

And within my flawed direction,

I see you in the corner of my eye

I'll place my hands on your shoulders

and ensure that you live tonight

I've only ever wanted

someone as plain as you

A canvas I can draw on,

with bright colors that won't drip

Colors shift to brown, black, and red

The purity of white leaves my head

I'll clean your glasses,

screw in the lens

Change your view,

maybe you'd focus on me instead

For now I lay in bed,

wondering if you're as innocent as the ground you tread

Green grass grows higher on my path

But only because I'm too lazy to cut it

They sever the ignition coil,

just to spite me

But my joints feel heavy,

and I won't chase after them

Only pain will result,

but I can bathe it off of you

It might be too late for me,

but you're as new as can be

Go through the motions with me

ensure your eyes don't become as lifeless as mine

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, from “USAvCUBA”, The Crown Ain’t Worth Much