Años de Infierno
2019
Misplaced Lens Cap

blake kathryn
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

⁂

#extradirty
wallacepolsom
Xuebing Du
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

pixel skylines
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Product Placement
will byers stan first human second
Cosmic Funnies
dirt enthusiast
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Today's Document
Game of Thrones Daily

Andulka
tumblr dot com
Stranger Things

seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Lithuania

seen from United States
seen from Italy

seen from Türkiye

seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@xibalbaca
Años de Infierno
2019
The wheel of life at the center of existence, in which life and death, space and time, and the human body and the universe, become one. Ometeotl.
king diamond
The hearts of Xibalba.
Word doodling.
Drowning in silence. She casts down her crown. Save me and comeback down. Leaving me with only memories of Beauty and light. But reality is darkness and strife. Tormented soul descends to the abyss. Fighting against the dark to stay lit. Trying to say out of darkness as the light fades. The fire of passion burns on. Use it to light the way.
More word doodling.
Trudging through the cold. Trying to rest my tired soul. Endless light is what I seek. This vessel is broken in defeat. Looking for that plot to call home. Searching for myself in the endless snow. Laying up staring into oblivion. Gazing into that tunnel of eternal dark. Gazing back at that broken vessel. It finally rests in the light. A soul finally set free from this cursed life.
Taking the negative and trying to make it as positive as possible. Suffering breeds creativity.
Word doodling
Trudging body, shadows cast out the light. No life grows here in this forest of blight. This where the lost souls come to die. Blackness covers the horizon. Trees with hollow roots block out all in silence. Winds of darkness blow cold. Voices of the fallen souls. Feel their breathe. Feel their death. Touch the hand of lost. Grey site starts to blacken. Breathe escapes becoming one with the wind. Decaying body, set free from life. Lost souls lost no more in this forest of suicide.
“I was just trying to protect you.” - 5x12 Long Term Parking