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Made a Hazbin Hotel sticker a bit ago and just didn't think to post here, oopsies. Available in my Acggoods store!!

I drew a thing without people for once.

#forest #scenery #drawing #colored pencil #artwork #deer eyes #deer xing #trail

It’s a sign

#earthtoplanet #webcomic #cartoon #deer xing #deer #beauty standards

In the bedroom is a fragile form, held in webs, a nest of needles.

A ray of light is a slap on the wrist, but isolation? Death. "Jesus! Never learned to read lips, now I'm bleeding out. Hands press from the outside but my heart beats in solitude- Someone, God, I'm bleeding out."

To be seperate from all beings and outside of Self is worse than raw. Worse than needles, worse than dark, for dark is a deep and wide blanket. Seperate-

Well, alone is-

Alone is unrecognised and unrecognizable, nails on a chalkboard, and again.

Alone, I am the angel and the fearful shepherd. So human to spite a simple thing like truth. So divine to conjure reality from fever dream and back again.

Alone (truly. truly.) is existence: mutilated. Existence: exposed. Existence: one sharp edge against one freyed nerve.

Convinced that all we can do is take on the knife, this fragile form scuttles towards her own face. In the blacked out mirror I've told myself, "Take from torture the way it takes from you. Shape it and release yourself from it's control." Such is my advice to you, from sparking fuse to nerve to needle-

Create, unknowable tangle of experience, and in return I will consume.

#deer xing #gravel #shrug emoji

How to miss someone:

Shatter every mirror in the house with your bare hands. It will help if you can't see yourself, and it will help if you bleed early and generously. Pour the kerosene. Focus on drenching anything extremely expensive or sentimental. Should a keepsake survive, you are doomed.

Burn it all. The smoke should be thick enough to block out the sun.

Rip out the garden, there's no time to wait for it to rot. Salt the earth, heavily. Pour bleach on the places you knelt in the grass to watch snails. Crush the snails themselves.

Sit in the embers, do not avoid the pain that you've caused. Live in it. Exist in the space that you've scorched. Send a carefully typed message to the one that made this place so special.

"You can always come back home."

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Smash the phone.

#and that's how it feels #gravel #deer xing

I'm up again

so are you

we spin eerily, a private joke

Birdcage to birdcage

soundless whispers

Only bodies