Peckerwood Lalone

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Peckerwood Lalone
♣Hello, hi, hello!!♣
I'm Lalone! you can use any pronouns on me, idc :)
I'm a French artist, and I created BalanceTale and [SPOILER]!
You can ask me questions, or ask directly to my BalanceTale OCs! Read rules before asking anything please!
!!DNI: proshipers, pedophiles, homophobes, aphobes, transphobes, racists and all this shit.
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♣BalanceTale!!♣
♣-Asks: Papyrizz, Inspirations..., Who else?, Grillby, Asks to BT characters, BT Snas powers, The blindfold.
♣-Official refs: Sans
♣- Balancetale: [01] - [02] - [03] - [04] - [05] - [06] - [07]
♣-Comics where BT!Sans appear: Art is art, CHEESE, nasty, sausage, Twinks
♣-Random draws??: Be gay it's good for health, Killrr but BT??, Toriel!, Luni (by @/0rang3sod4), Collabe with @/fuzart, BT!MK, Silver by @/itsxroxannex, Fashion
♣DTIYS!!♣
♣-My 100 Followers DTIYS!
♣-♣- Thanks : iumnie (no one else did it lol it flopped)
♣Ask rules♣
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♣-Be respectful, polite, and use correct English words!
♣-Don't send me links beside I asked you to, I won't click on them.
♣-No spam! If you do, I'll block you!
Rose Lalonde based Bi flag! (From Homestuck) ^^ For an anon~ Hope you like it!! :D
Want one? Message me whenever~~
But, then there’s always that voice in my head. The voice that says that I’m not good enough, that I am never going to make it. The voice that tells me that there are a million reasons for me to be unhappy. The voice that tells me that I shouldn’t even bother trying. The voice that insists on telling me that I am alone and that I’ll forever be alone. The voice that somehow transforms into shadows that keep me from looking beyond the darkness. The voice that turns into a spectrum that drags me back and keeps me from moving forward. This voice screams at me and it doesn’t let me hear. It doesn’t let me see. It doesn’t let me move. It doesn’t let me be, it doesn’t let me live. Who is it? Why is it tormenting me? Why can’t I control it? Why can’t I make it stop? It won’t. It takes pleasure on making me suffer. It takes pleasure on hurting me. And it succeeds. It feeds on my anxiety. It feeds on my depression. It feeds on my perdition. And I am hurt. I am destroyed. I am nothing. There’s no more strength in me to stand up. There’s nothing left in me. I’d pretty much rather to no longer go on. What’s the point? I am lost.
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Lalone
Peckerwood Lalone
Art by Spanish Lalone (@lalone_graff) in Málaga, Spain (2024) #lalone #streetart #lamolinastreetart | photo via artist mysl.nl/CzUqP
Art by Spanish Lalone (@lalone_graff) in Málaga (2022) Spain #lalone #lalonegraff #lamolinastreetart | photo by me.