What if he was red and loved dead space because everyone should love dead space and be red
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What if he was red and loved dead space because everyone should love dead space and be red
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Hiii My name is Kallan pronounced like Kal-Lyn (if that makes sense) I use the pronouns he/him, they/them, and e/em, I am a 14 year old, I will use this blog rarely so...yeah ๐ Im agender, demi romantic, and other things that idk yet :1
this blog with most likely not be organized sadly ๐
as I said earlier I won't be that active
my most active blog is @rip-off-theoi-com for Hellenic polytheism and I also have another blog for Kemetic polytheism @thenetjeru
DNI interact if you are!
sexist
racist
terfs
homophobic
transphobic
pro-shippers
pedophiles
ableists
A toxic Christian
(I am sorry if I used the wrong grammar anywhere in this intro ๐ )
( @vrtualseraph , @somebitchprobably-graphicdump , @engravelives , @statsillness , @diviniyae credit for dividers, and blinkies)
I feel like a poser making this lol ๐ญ
I hold color within me
The most furious reds
And blues which know sorrow
Purples where they touch
And yellows where they donโt
And all around me, deep, deep greens
So full, the forest would be jealous
It spills through my veins
Bubbles at my skin
Begs at release which I cannot afford
A wholeness which I cannot display
I live in immaculate color
And I hold it all within me
I paint myself in grayscale for a world which will not love me
So that I may not be seen
Gray
Gray
Gray
I box my words into four walls of gray
I build four limbs of a figure in gray
I say, this is me
Hello, I am gray
I am a safe thing
I am a safe thing, but do not look at me too hard
You will see the red that boils when you take
Words meant for me and use them as your own
Redefine needs that I cannot have
Pieces of my identity, and make them your aesthetic
Your trend
Pale
Barely even gray
You will see the blue when I cannot carry any more of this facade
Of dragging myself to the halfway point, giving ear to the ignorance of my own body
As you shout at me mere steps from where you started
Insist that I must be something else
I may not even touch this color within me
I must become colorless
I cannot
I cannot
I cannot
Even as I hold it in, bury myself beneath so many layers of gray
I am starving
Bursting
Iโm so full of red that I fear itโll pour from my mouth
Break through my fists
Cover everything I touch
And so much blue, I may become the ocean
Vast and dark
That Iโll wash away when no one is looking
I am so very tired of repainting myself
Carefully
For what?
So that I might have the illusion of safety?
Regurgitating color
Swallowing it back from my tongue as my body boils
I am so very tired of gray
I hold color within me
Beautiful, beautiful color
Within a world of gray
E. Clair
@ondriaprice I'm a gay dumbass and spent an hour and 15 layers just colouring. I had a lot of fun with this though! Thank you for the opportunity!
which is better: red or green apples?
I come back, and youโre a Canucks fan...LIZZ WHEREVER YOU ARE ILY THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE
Sheโs pleased with herself, Iโm sure.ย
(Reddd)