Salmon Ella

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Day dreamer

Cole (he/him)

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Updated drawing :)

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New oc I came up with. Her name is Catherine. I’m still coming up with lore for her (I’m open to suggestions:D) but basically she had a daughter who committed suicide and she’s grieving.

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New oc I came up with. Her name is Catherine. I’m still coming up with lore for her (I’m open to suggestions:D) but basically she had a daughter who committed suicide and she’s grieving.

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the problem with calling inanimate objects “girl” is that once you start you cannot stop. I said “girl” to the dishwasher because that bitch would not close no matter how hard I whacked her pussy. what is wrong with me

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Summer／ᏕᏂᏒᏋᏦᏖᏋᎷᏰᏋᏒ

The illustration Summer , with the tags medibangpaint etc. is created by ᏕᏂᏒᏋᏦᏖᏋᎷᏰᏋᏒ .

My MediBang if anyone wants to come see 👉👈 and if you have MediBang too we can support each other and stuff

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Another drawing I did

(Version one and version two, idk which one I like more) her name is summer hehe

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Drawing in black and white is so fun (I slacked off on that background)

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Umm no beta we die like men

There’s a man standing outside of my window. He seems tall and I think he’s bald. It’s hard to make out facial features in the dark, especially so far away. I notice him when I walked up to my window last night l, as it was so hot and I wanted a breath of fresh air. I wasn’t wearing a shirt or bra, so when I saw him my instinct was to cover up and duck. I stared at him for maybe 5 minutes and he didn’t move even once. I’m not sure but he could be made of trees, however I don’t remember trees being here. I am worried it might be a man standing outside, so I slowly back away. I back away towards my closet door, behind my bed, and briefly I worry someone’s in there too. I stay there, paralyzed, for I don’t know how long, before I work up the courage to peek outside my window again. I am playing music and my window is open so I fear he already knows of my presence. I crawl back on my hands and knees, carefully so my knee doesn’t click. I have turned down my music by now, enough to hear a crunch of leaves. What if he’s moved? I pause, scared of what I might find outside, before I look to my left and see the white blinking light of my computer monitor. What if he’s watching me? But that’s ridiculous. Anyways, I move on after my little scare and I wonder, maybe this whole time it was trees, but then what if I look outside and actually see someone. I can picture in. Black hoodie, black baseball cap, everything black except for white tennis shoes. And he pacing back and forth in the driveway with he arms crossed in front of him. He looks like he debating robbing the place, and I bet he got a gun. But when I look outside, it’s just the same man who may be trees, but there’s no robber pacing back and forth.

The next day I looked and there were in fact trees.

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I did a little doodle of myself hehe

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even our ancestors sang Popipo

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I have parasites within me. They’re growing and festering. When I eat, they eat more, and they consume me. They make snacks out of my flesh and my stomach. My heart is a meal fruitful with the succulent sweet flavor of blood. I’m a type O, which is the sweetest, so they like me best. The parasites are frowned upon by most, but I let them do whatever they want. They have control of my body, and I think we have a semi somatic relationship. They take and take, but they’re my friends. I know they won’t take too much; they leave my brain alone. Mostly, anyway. Chunks are missing, but those weren’t the important bits. We’ve grown so close that I can see them with my eyes. I see their outline through my skin, in the sclera of my eyeball, I think they’re waving hi. My skin is turning ashen, but that’s only temporary. Pretty soon I’ll be glowing because the parasites are keeping me alive. What life force they’ve taken they’ll give back tenfold, you’ll see. That’s why I’ve kept them. They’re just misunderstood, they couldn’t prove themselves before, but you’ll see that they’re nice once you give them a chance. Everyone should have parasites. I’ve lost weight with them. My skin is thin and veins run rampant. I bruise easily, but that’s just a sign of how healthy I am. Do you see? The parasites have given back, because they’re really just my friends.

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5 posts!

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I have parasites within me. They’re growing and festering. When I eat, they eat more, and they consume me. They make snacks out of my flesh and my stomach. My heart is a meal fruitful with the succulent sweet flavor of blood. I’m a type O, which is the sweetest, so they like me best. The parasites are frowned upon by most, but I let them do whatever they want. They have control of my body, and I think we have a semi somatic relationship. They take and take, but they’re my friends. I know they won’t take too much; they leave my brain alone. Mostly, anyway. Chunks are missing, but those weren’t the important bits. We’ve grown so close that I can see them with my eyes. I see their outline through my skin, in the sclera of my eyeball, I think they’re waving hi. My skin is turning ashen, but that’s only temporary. Pretty soon I’ll be glowing because the parasites are keeping me alive. What life force they’ve taken they’ll give back tenfold, you’ll see. That’s why I’ve kept them. They’re just misunderstood, they couldn’t prove themselves before, but you’ll see that they’re nice once you give them a chance. Everyone should have parasites. I’ve lost weight with them. My skin is thin and veins run rampant. I bruise easily, but that’s just a sign of how healthy I am. Do you see? The parasites have given back, because they’re really just my friends.

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Another old piece of writing from probably 6 years ago describing anxiety, all fictitious ofc—

Phoebe walks down the street just as a gas leak causes a house to explode. Shrapnel sent from the explosion punctures Phoebe’s frontal lobe and instantly kills her. No, Phoebe is walking down the street. It is sundown and mosquitoes are making their presence known, puncturing skin with needle-like noses and leeching duration from one's life. Phoebe is itchy. Naturally, she scratches at the lumps forming on her skin, however does not stop until she has punctured the deepest layers of skin and pus is oozing out. Fastforward, she has died from sepsis due to negligence towards her injuries. But Phoebe is careful. She always treats her injuries with neosporin, isopropyl alcohol and a bandaid that she changes daily. Her injuries do not get infected, but it is already too late because the mosquitoes have contaminated Phoebe with malaria and she will die in the next few weeks. Alternatively, Phoebe is walking down the street, next to her is a chain link fence suggesting a kind of ghetto neighborhood. The sidewalk is eroded with roots of past trees and nefarious stains. She was in a hurry this morning and as a result was rather careless when getting ready. Her shoelace is untied unbeknownst to her, so she slips and falls and cracks her head open. She would live had someone been near to call an ambulance, which would get there in about 10 minutes, but because most like to stay inside in this neighborhood and the lot by her was empty, she died from brain related trauma. Or, if someone had been there, and had she not been in a rush this morning, she would have died from a gunshot wound puncturing coronary arteries in a drive by shooting. She would have slowly asphyxiated until her brain shut down and she died.

Of Phoebe were extra cautious and decided to stay home, she might have electrocuted herself on a loose outlet she packed the knowledge to fix, or she'd have slipped in the shower, cracking her head open there. Had she taken a back she may have pulled a muscle, had a seizure in the tub and drowned to death with no one to call for help. An earthquake may have led to debris landing on her, rupturing her spleen so she was pronounced clinically dead, and had she lived through her coma her stay would make her better off dead with debt. Reheating eggs from yesterday her microwave could've had a freak accident and exploded, killing her, or the eggs which sjed read are poisonous reheated would have made her sick. She could go to a hospital, but every crevice of those are ridden with disease and she'd wind up with something worse and die anyways. Perhaps the nurses and doctors there can treat her, but they'd also inject her with carcinogens and brain chips so she'd never live a private day in her life again. Had she stayed home and nothing gone awry, she'd still await the inevitable starvation and would have died.

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Tic, tic, tic

They always say time flies when you get older, or when you’re having fun. You’ve always dismissed it as more fallow advice from adults used to feel like the bigger person, but you never realize how onerous time is until you see it for yourself.

You never realize until you come to the jarring realization that what you thought was just a brief stint, was five years ago. Sporadically you find yourself overlooking any passage of time at all, still finding yourself apprehensive about the upcoming test you hadn’t studied for. Every so often, you come to the dispiriting revelation that your sister is no longer a toddler, and that thought makes you pause. Now, she’s almost a big kid who has a whole life of her own. Pretty soon, she’ll start asking you for rides to her friends house so they can walk around town and have a succinct taste of adulthood.

Now, you come to the vexing realization that you’re the adult. You just have to figure out what that means and how to do that.

Now, it feels like time flies expeditiously and waits for no one. We’re all just scrambling to catch up.

—Pretty soon you’re gonna wonder where all the time went.

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