I'm not sure how much longer I can keep doing this.
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I'm not sure how much longer I can keep doing this.
Art by (Yuumei) Wenqing Yan
20 second breather
Work
Surface to surface with gloved hands
Work
A cough here and there
Work
Someone sneezed
Work
Touch, work, touch, work
It never ends, 5 days a week
Except for those 20 seconds
Those 20 seconds of pure bliss
Soap, warm water, and cracked skin
20 seconds where everything is finally safe
Even if only for a moment.
I can relax for 20 seconds.
The Hiding Place
prints | tutorials
This is like a stereotype aliens would come up with for us just through watching our movies.
I like the idea that they don’t make contact because we’re actually fucking terrifying.
Commission for the lovely https://not-a-brd.tumblr.com/
1 of 4
😭 commission of characters from our game. @theoasiswinds did an amazing job!
Commission for the lovely https://not-a-brd.tumblr.com/
2 of 4
😭 commission of characters from our game. @theoasiswinds did an amazing job!
Maybe we deserve this.
Maybe we need this.
Look at how our leaders handle it all
Maybe this I'd a wake up call.
They couldn't care less
If we each dropped dead.
Work is the death of art
I hope you are all keeping safe. To those of you that have lost loved ones, I'm sorry for your loss.
Work,
Is where artists go to die.
If I am to be a ghost to you
Then it will be on my terms.
See me
Someone see me
Notice who lives beneath these clothes
Who breathes this air
Who speaks through these lips
See me for more
More than who I show
See me
Underneath
Please
I'm dying slowly
The monotony of work
Is the death of creativity
When I mattered
When I mattered.
With just these lips
I could command all
Not all but few
Enough.
The ones that mattered.
With just a whisper
I could control the future.
Destiny
was what I made it.
With just these fingers
I could control joy
Rising up and down
As i saw fit
With just a stare
I could control the stars
And oceans
within
I was Master
Of all that mattered
I had mastered
My glorious title
When I mattered
Boooooooooop
How do this? Lol
“He was Edmond Dantes. And he was my father, and my mother, my brother, my friend. He was you, and me. He was all of us.”
Remember remember the 5th of November. A day I share.