You’re right, I just need them to take my entire brain out so I can have a moment of peace and quiet.
Tease.
That’s seems like a good idea too. But a temporary solution.
Drugs are no longer strong enough I need a fucking lobotomy.
((Really got to start focus on my style and even got collabs and was able to open commissions :’D !!))
((Started getting my style and signature colors))
((Let’s all forget that it’s April real quick so I can do a recap of my favorite edits from 2024 in no particular order.))
Thank you!! ))
Heart of a woman
((This is a little too relatable 😭))
((Me trying to convince myself I can definitely draw an entire spare hand and window from scratch…”I’ll figure it out!” I’m doomed.))
((I’m convinced editing is 50% skill and 50% ✨delusion… and “please don’t fuck up please don’t fuck up”✨))
(( :3 thank you! <33333))
((Thank you to @shinigamiross.bsky.social @broussardro.bsky.social @murphydaughtery.bsky.social for letting me use your beautiful faces for my little moodly lighting study 🖤💜 - Shot and edited by me))
The mere thought of that revolts me.
Did I ever once state this post was supposed to be private? No. I said I as a person am. Do we not use reading comprehension anymore?
No, I wrote it as poetry, as art. That way for those who don’t know me could simply understand the surface level meaning. Let’s not over analyze or complicate something so simple.
Don’t get involved.
Anyone who knows me knows how I express myself. Very coded, very cryptic. And very private. That was for them to see and understand; which they have and did.
I have an idea, how about we have some empathy and stop bitching on a post where I’m grieving a serious loss.
Speak in Russian. Or english. Anything but computer speak. Jesus Christ I can not today.
Pardon?
True. That wasn’t the point though.
Maybe in the next life the gods will deal us a winning hand.
Manicured and everything.
Well aren’t you worked up.
No need.
🧂
