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every time someone assumes that the oh hellos have conservative beliefs i lose years off of my life

It’s really love to draw Neo metal sonic😔💥

Andddd ofcccc my art is green again for some reason

I have an obsession with sitting at the prairie lobby and watching shatterings occur its just so pretty

I wrote some stuff based on The Four Winds album collection by The Oh Hellos.

Idk what these are but I really love them, so do with them what you will 💙

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The calm before the storm. Letting go of the past, yet always longing to cling on. The deep unsettling despair that comes with nostalgia. A haze of memories, blasted in the sun until they become unrecognisable. The dragging of a whirlpool, deep into the sea. The humming of cicadas from far in the distance. Notos brings the winds of Summer. A warm, bold season. Her colours are dull but her spirit sturdy. Summer brings many memories, but those come in many varieties. Summer days spent joyous, and those spent alone, in sweltering heat that blisters your very bones. A warrior, a queen, a hero, a leader. Notos carries unimaginable burdens. The Southern Wind heads The Four Winds, stoic and strong. Every word a torrent, like the sea that froths and foams when children splash amongst its waves to escape the warm weather. She remembers the things of the past, the days of summer long gone, even when those around her do not. It is her fate.

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A deep sense of community. Love, everlasting and ever fruitful. Bountiful harvests that bring such joy. The coming of great change, for better or for worse. Celebration. Eurus is the carrier of the autumnal winds. He carries a light disposition, bringing in a season of thanks. Be grateful when he arrives on the tail of Summer, a reprieve from the heat and a buffer from the cold. Harvests are plentiful, and allow for feasts that feed many. They bring friends and family together, a feeling of communal love that spreads across the land. Dancing until the night fades away, drinking until the sun rises and sets the leaves of the trees alight like a raging fire. While creatures begin to slumber and vegetation withers with the chill in the air, some life prospers and grows. The feeling of warmth within us carries us through the nearing cold, and into a feeling of lightness. Eurus is the Eastern Wind, the youngest of The Four Winds, and the most naive. He is not yet wise to the ways of his winds, the death that Autumn heralds alongside the joy it promises. In time he will learn the truth.

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An endless despair, reaching into your very soul. A sense of impending doom, yet with nothing you can pinpoint to cause the dread. Repetition and routine, over and over until it becomes unbearable. A longing for something more, but it's just out of reach. The long darkness of the far north. The bitter cold and biting winds that freeze your heart. Boreas brings with her the season of winter. She is a dreamer, always wishing for more, despite the cards she's been handed. Many despise her. When she arrives, so does the snow that lays thick on the earth and kills all life beneath its smothering weight. The shortened days that bring early darkness that causes a sadness that clings to even the hardiest of beings. Life is short, and Boreas makes it shorter. Yet she brings beauty as well, the Aurora Borealis, dancing above the world, ever intangible. That's the problem with Boreas. The most beautiful things are always intangible. The Northern Wind is one that carries with her a deep depression. She desires nothing more than for change, but every day is the same blank canvas of snow and ice. She just wants to know the warmth of the sun once more.

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Creativity, ever blossoming and ever expanding into worlds of its own. Growth, learning from the past and looking to the future. The blossoming of new life, born from the womb or hatched from a seed. Colours bursting from beneath a world of black and white. With Zephyrus comes the winds of spring. He brings in hope for the future after the dull dread of winter. His bright energy brings new ideas to light, spurring those inclined to it into great displays of the creativity that rests within them. Paintings of the most magnificent trees, poems of playful animals, and songs of hope and life born anew. Growth is his most powerful weapon. While new life rises and transforms, so does one's spirit. Lessons of the past take shape, as new bonds are formed and new mistakes are made. The Western Wind is the bringer of hope. He ushers in a season of progressiveness, urging those around him to make big decisions, no matter the consequences. He is carefree, always carrying with him a sense of joy. Yet with that joy there comes the intrinsic knowledge that things all come full circle. The times of darkness will return, and if one does not learn from them now, then they never will.

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Their tales as old as time, their stories never ending, they traverse the world on the wings of inevitability. Just like the seasons, the four winds flow together and apart in a constant ebb and flow, changing with the days and always entwined.

jonathan sims has a reverse harem. a bunch of women follow him around but instead of fucking n adoring him they are throwing tomatoes and booing

Um… Guys?

It Happened Again.

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I mourn my identity on Valentine’s Day.

“Valentine’s Day is for friends too!” They would say out of pity or anger when I complain about the inherent amatonormativity of the holiday.

I don’t think alloromantics would ever understand the deep loneliness that I experience every day, especially on Valentine’s Day, where I’ve been taught from the day I was born, that it’s a celebration of romantic love.

I’ve been taught that romantic love is better than any type of love. “You’ll eventually get a husband and raise children!” But nobody talks about keeping your friends around when you’re older. Your partner and kids are the only things you should be worried about.

I know that my friends will fall in love and get married and start their own life, but where does that leave me? There’s no place for an adult who doesn’t devote their life to their romantic partner.

They can assure me that our friendships will last a life time, but I know deep down that I will always be second place in their heart.

Is it so selfish of me to keep my friends in a bubble so they won’t leave me for a life with their partner?

I mourn my identity on Valentine’s Day, because no matter how much people say that this holiday is a celebration of all love, I know I‘ll only be considered when I bring up what I lack.

Alloros can reblog but don’t derail the conversation