My-ugly-organs - Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

Wish I couldn’t feel.. 🍃

I have to remember how much it hurt. I can't make that same mistake again.

rotting in my childhood bedroom

[I.D: A digital illustration depicting a person laying on their back, with their legs up on a bed. Their face is completely obscured except for the right eye, which has a tired expression. On both their arms, and on part of their stomach, grow mushrooms of various kinds. There's also moss, small plants, and even a few flowers, covering most of their skin. They are covered in dirt and mold, that also extends to other parts of the room. To the left of the image is a big bear plush, sitting on its hind legs; it has a sewn on patch and it's slashed open across the stomach. The person's hand closer to it is holding a bit of the stuffing. On its feet lay other toys. The room has a heart decal that goes around the top of the wall, and it has one window over the bed, with curtains. The whole illustration has very dark colors, mostly blue and grey except for the moss, mold, mushrooms, and dirt. End I.D]

Shadow Song  -     Charlotte Sorapure

British, b. 1968 -

Oil on gesso panel, 94 x 66 cm.

Can't talk about it they won't understand me. I'm just too weak. Too weak for this world. I fight but some days I fail to see what exactly I'm fighting for. Everything I want keeps slipping through my fingers.

my cat is fucking UP the dsm5 like her hungry ass

boy sleeping on a grave, christian joachim friedrich