you have to be awfully careful not to turn into loose yoghurt

indeed you do

I am back
after a very
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pair of socks

there is a dangerous imbalance of genitalia which i am now rectifying
rectalifying
rectal
rectum
rect-




bum.

i still don't but i am very happy right now so it doesn't matter too much :3

I envision this will be playing a part in a more elaborate artwork later on ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~mysteryyyyy`~` ~

<3 crashy i love you crashy be good be safe

This drawing I feel is a pretty accurate reflection of how I have been feeling these last few weeks.

But this has to change ~ it will be hard and it will be scary but I can't let things stay as they are for me anymore. Things have to get worse before they get better, but I have such brilliant and caring friends, and I am finally being able to open up about things I have kept inside for a very, very long time, and I just know you will be okay crashy. 

I know you will.

I love you crashy

i love you lots and lots and lots, even when you don't

 

It has been a very worn and weary crashy blundering through these last few weeks. Many a time I have found myself overwhelmed, confused and honestly quite scared. Confronting things that one has avoided for years can be so exhausting on its own ~ coupled with every day life and the problems that arise alongside all of this is leaving me trembling on the edge. I act fine around friends and in social situations and they mostly make me forget about my problems, but I am finding it hard to keep things together when I am alone.

I don't know what is wrong with me. I wish parts of me did not exist, but I dont know if they do or if there is any way of separation.

What even am I?

I am so inconsistent within myself I cannot distinguish what is essentially "me" and what isn't, the fluctuations of my emotions are so strong, yet I don't know where they come from or if they are even real as they are so transient. I try to appear consistent within social situations but each version of me is so markedly different I dont even

The walls of knowing what is and what isnt is beginning to crumble away, leaving an oceanic expanse of ambiguity lapping at my mind, and I do not know where it will wash me away to.

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I love you crashy

sleep is for those who do not want to feel

none of my drawings ever end up anything like the original intention i begin with. its as if the drawing itself takes over and it tells me forget about everything else, forget who you are and how you feel and what you think and where you think and why, let the swell of esotericism wash over you and  ~ just d r      a              w                                      w

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good night.

everywhere i look, i see beautiful people. maybe not in the cultured sense of the word "beautiful"; but in the raw sense of beauty. beauty in the subtle curves of a stomach straining against a cotton shirt; beauty in the rapacious stabbing nose of a sullen, weary face, embedded with crystals of drowsy indifference; beauty in the shuffling gait of the swollen, purple veined, throbbing ankles of paper and tissue, anxious yet so excruciatingly slow and cautious.

there is just so much interesting, and beautiful and intriguing that there is

the final set of three in the naked ladies at interesting angles series ~ I like seeing them as a set rather than individual, and soon I will be selling handmade limited prints of these once I get back to uni! :3

( ◐ o ◑) give dem to meeeeeee ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)

<3<3 CRISHCRASH

the heated exchange between moistened membranes and slanderous visual noisey tiles, and a delightful evening with dearest jack culminating in his dismemberment and the subsequent formation of some rather loquacious geometry

i won :>

much lolve from puddle n crashy! xxx <:3

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hey so like yeah here is a lickture for you my darjeeling tea cosy, for you have my dearest hummocks

the meow of peace and serendipitous-enity compells ye! =@^@=