extraplanar trash creature [he - him]

this makes me so happy

a silkscreen with stencil lettering that says “FUCK ICE”

new shirts incoming

fuck ice

i am a highly resilient fragile little bird

alien rubicon might be the worst movie i have ever seen

too exhausted to make art about it

sometimes i write it down but that feels like i’m solidifying it

i don’t know where to put it

GOOD THINGS OCCASIONALLY STILL HAPPEN

Cool. So the local school district's superintendent just got abducted by ICE. This is a very reasonable and normal thing to happen in a free country. Nothing to see here.

it just hurts

Some recent Xeno brush pen sketches #alien #xenomorph

Digital art of a xenomorph grinning

Digital art of a xenomorph queen

Old xeno doodles
#xenomorph #alien

haha yeah..

-Dante (edited)

He woke her then, and trembling and obedient, she ate that burning heart out of his hand. Weeping, I saw him then depart from me. Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her? Find nourishment in the very sight of her? I think so. But would she see through the bars of his plight, and ache for him?

oh cool

time to get sad at night again, which has become the designated time

all of the things are very heavy and i am not sure how to keep focusing on the ways i’ve been helping because it never feels like enough

*ahem*

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

husband sends me pictures of bugs and animals when they go out to do assessments on houses 🥰

today i got “spider food” (bug parts) and “this wall is moving” (so many crickets)

this would be fine except i have to be a person today

oh no.. i slept from 5-7 and that was too much 😂 why

i know my brain only lets
me sleep for six hours but i went to bed at 11 like an *idiot*

nora keeps popping up in my brain and phone memories which isn’t helping 😃

me preparing for pride month round 2

every night. girl it is 9pm you know that’s too damn early

yearning, pining, ruminating, grieving, brooding even

i gotta lotta shit to do

kicked my own ass so hard my brain shut off

i wonder if they can feel me grinning from over there

my memories.. time isn’t real, i can go back and be right in the middle of the past whenever i want

billie you’re killin me

“quiet when i’m comin home and i’m on my own
and i could lie and say i like it like that, like it like that..”

late night
notes app
amateur poetry

they should invent a portable generator that doesn’t make me want to crawl out of my skin

why must you be so loud

orestes