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your honour its like wahtever. yiur honour fuck offffff come on literally who cares ://////

on wikipedia straight up "learning it". and by "learning it" i mean, lets just say.. information

You have to stand in the face of the torrential downpour and peer blindly at the heavens sometimes. For wellness

babygirl what that carapace do

it probably feels good as fuck to freak out and scream really loud and break shit

I’m full of LOVE… until I hear you talk shit behind my back… when I’ve never done anything to you…. Count ur days of peace for they are limited… they think I’m meek, a bimbo, no baby, you have no idea the life I’ve been through….

new taxonomic clade just dropped

Haven’t collabed with @renconner in a long while for a mini comic (minus our big one, Instinct). We were talking about one of Stan’s lowest moments involving being outside with that damn sign, so we decided to make a comic with Stan remembering it. I’ve also kinda of assumed Filbrick would lie to Ford about what’s going on with Stan (Stan probably did too to some extent).

i’m proud of you

i drew bill cipher :3

It's no scan, but we believe we've found a system.

Q #909

hanami dango

watercolour on arches paper

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There’s a reason why we feel lonely even though we aren’t alone. It’s because loneliness is not about how many friends we have or how many people are in the room with us. It’s a disconnection from others. Being social doesn’t cure loneliness, loneliness comes when there is not a single person close enough to see past the illusion to who we really and what we really feel inside.

VILE: WET again, appologies, no scannner, no more. A clear transcription of text can be found at the bottom, beneath the the paragraph of exhausting excuse and exposition below; If it is not apparent already: we are quite embarrassed with all the VILE. This is the only piece of the VILE series that was ever subject to change. As progenitor to the series, our rule of ceaseless movement was merely applied on a whim to the first iteration of "WET" and we did not follow it with intentional adherence. So the two subsequent versions pictured here are technically the first official additions to the "VILE" series as they were the first to be produced without a moments pause whatsoever. This being said, these were only an exercise at the time, we did not know that we would experience a continuous compulsion to pump these pieces of shit out one after another. We still find it funny to reference them as a series considering they are some of the worst things we have ever written, but there are so many, and in sharing them with you, we are forced to read them ourselves for once and thus access all the introspective bullshit that people claim can be gleaned within strict, unwavering, stream-of-consciousness writing. As we were getting wet, getting violent and vile, the "series" was yet to exist we don't like its existence. It just is as we are just yours Even our most vile parts especially the VILE:

For visual clarity, we will transcribe the text below. We will fill in gaps of missing letters and correct some spelling errors severe enough to make a word unclear. other than this, no edits will be made.

VILE: WET (Small/duplication) everything about this city is wet, the arid summer made up in sweat; it is deafening:dumb I cannot hear over the water fountains and sweat and the ponds that they made there full of viscous liquid making me sick making me violent and vile. and when i dream i am hanged and exsanguinated (THIRD) and being left and turning and being salting and turning to jerky and as i awake i am wet, releasing wet into wet and bathing in all that wet lest the wet become putrid, walking in my soggy shoes and glistening in oil-- polished as a doorknob: Confessions of a Shoe-in; I am so fucking wet. VILE: WET (extension)

remaining there you there with him in his robes sink into the eb and flow of the sink and this city is soaked everything in the city wet, the arid summer made up in sweat; it is deafening--dumb: i cannot hear over the water fountains and the fountains making mechanincal and the ponds they installed there full of viscous liquid making sick making me violent and vile and when i sleep i dream of insanguination, being hanged and insanguinated, being left and turning, salted and turning to jerky and i awake and am sweating through the bedsheets and it stings and i hope its sweat because it stings and itches and expires sooner so sooner than jerky would by many although i do not know if it spoils when the meat is wet, my meat is wet in the middle and the out place, perspiring from the outplace and the outside where the wet falls and reminds you that the clouds are mist and that you cannot grasp or walk on or touch or grasp like lumps of of cotton but rather would soak you and will and does upon my forehead from out and out and inside burning wet and boiling like the sacrament like i once beleived in jesus christ and ive been soaking and sick and baptised and so sick, sad i think maybe but soaking all the time since he told me we no longer have anything in common but i can keep the water the sacrament whatever id like, my share, and it is wet and i am wet releasing wet into the steam heat of this vast and vile machine and bathing in all the piping and wet lest the sweat become rancid, putrid in the city wet and walking in my soggy shoes and glistening in oil, polished as a doorknob: confessions of a shoe-in showing signs and everyone cold and soaking and and cold and mostly showing regret shewn portraits damaged in the moisture of my storage in the attic where it rises and settled to douse my portrait and anoint it anointed forever in the eyes you no longer have anything to talk about nor in common save the rain, the sun&sweat and see you and see you and coughing black that only may be blood and beginning to forget.

Life has cut me open and all I bleed is love

You’d think it would be viscous maroon, full of anger, full of “why me?”, full of whitened teeth for biting, full of revenge dreams for the people who took my innocence like it was theirs for the taking/

But as I lay here bleeding, into the soft warm soil, the only thing that pours from the wound is the love I have squashed into my my stupid human body, finally seeping out, mixing with the earth, surely to feed the soil well enough that petunias will grow and people will press them to their noses, finding hints of a woman once cut by life’s kitchen knife.

It’s not hate that I bleed, it’s my friend brushing my hair gently, showing me that love can be soft, it’s my dad taking me to the movies when I was 7 and showing me good music in the car we would one day roll into a ditch, it’s me and my brother getting high in a car and laughing about the past, while we grin like idiots, smoke twirling around our similar faces. I bleed my favourite records, crickets in the night, white wine memories, I bleed dancing in the down pours, gouache paint, and the way it feels to fall in love for the first time.

Life cuts and I bleed, but it’s nothing but love. and I hear my friends laughing in the distance, so I sew the wound once more and chase the sound of music through the wild grass field where everyone I know is howling and hollering at the sun.

i noticed i have a habit of not being able to stop myself from taking a pic when i catch a glimpse of the sun shining through the trees so.. here’s my collection

they hate me at the bike repair shop due to the fact i am always trying to break the cycle

Vent art

i thinkit would be cool if there was an omegaverse but for salmon instead of wolves. Like when the time comes certain members of society get really juicy musclewise and get yiffy fangs and are suddenly compelled to return to the neighborhood they grew up in and 96 hours later show up barefoot in full starvation mode and ravaged by walking through interstate traffic to fuck whoevwr smells the best in the local burger king. Then afterwards they die and disintegrate to be eaten by seagulls in the parking lot

Queer 👏 people 👏 are 👏 not 👏 all 👏 fucking 👏 activists 👏

Stop quizzing us on queer history and asking us questions we aren’t qualified to answer about the world and about politics and about our identities

Stop trying to back us into a corner so you can justify your discrimination on the basis that we don’t know what we’re talking about or can’t “defend” ourselves to you

Stop treating every queer person that stands up and says “I want to be treated like a person” as if they’re an activist

Cut that bullshit out

Marginalised people just want to exist and be happy

I don’t know everything, and that doesn’t make me undeserving of your respect or my human rights you fucker

I don’t even owe you the stuff I do know- I still am entitled to basic fucking respect

TLDR; Queer people shouldn’t have to be historians or scientists for you to not be a fucking dick

Happy anniversary, Stonewall riots! Stay revolutionary!

hysteric glamour reversible patchwork bag

"Don't you ever die", Hovhannes Grigoryan (translated by tathev simonyan)

god knew id be too powerful if I was socialized properly

just remembered that happiness is only an emotion and not something i can ever achieve as a permanent state no matter how many milestones reached or goals achieved it is only ever going to be an emotion that comes and goes ! No matter WHAT!