My art 😁

Please note that the author has been called a fraud, a criminal, a bestseller, a corpse, a fictional character, an unreliable narrator, an objective flaneur, an embattled gentleman, a magnetic field, an arsonist, and late for dinner by an odd number of dubious authorities.

TELL THAT PRICK I'LL KILL MYSELF BEFORE GOING ON A GODDAMN TV INTERVIEW

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀the eye * watches, the stranger conceals, but me ❓ ... ⠀⠀

Sorry tuna has How Much Mercury Content

Been staying at ████'s the past few nights. Somehow in the 5 minutes a week I spend outside I've caught something, left me with a fever of 102. Or maybe it's just my immune system finally throwing in the towel. Honestly I don't blame her. It. I meant "it".

... It’s an ant again.

Thank god this thing is gonna be outdated in like 10 years when no one can afford to buy a house anymore

There’s just too much at stake. It may be the wrong decision, but fuck it, it’s mine.

Please. Like /this/ would be the first time I've seen a door in my house I don't recognize.

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Everytime I think about it my heartrate spikes. Except I don't even know what "it" is.

¹¹Not the first and definitely not the last time Zampanô implies that The Navidson Record exists.

I’m off. I can’t do a fucking thing. I just keep staring at all the ink we have, that wild variety of color, everything from rootbeer, midnight blue and cochineal to mauve, light doe, lilac, south sea green, maize, even pelican black,

Typically when Lude calls me late at night it’s because there’s some party he wants to hit. He’s the kind of guy who thinks sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.

My glasses broke about midway through writing. Didn't have a backup pair and couldn't be bothered to get new ones. At the time I'd kind of hoped that would slow me down somewhat, but of course it didn't. I just got used to squinting at everything I read. Doubly so when the lights went out.

I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. Probably not even real.

I regret to admit the Flintstones vitamin gummies actually do seem to be helping a bit

I think it's pretty safe to assume there's no lab sophisticated enough yet to synthesize the kind of chemicals I need.

Still can barely keep down anything. ████ bought me a jar of flintstones vitamin gummies. Like, the kind you buy for a Nine year old. She hasn't pressed me any further about, uh, "professional" help. She must've seen how bad it freaked me out.

the transfem johnny truant posting Wasn't A Joke btw

these are really funny to post side by side actually

Feels like my eyes are slowly refocusing. All it's really amounting to is a headache.

It may grow angry. Its basement may fill with churning acid like an empty stomach. And its gorge may rise as it asks itself, through clenched teeth, "what did I do wrong?"

Its heart may jump as it thinks "here, here is someone again, I am not alone." Each time it is wrong. And the hurt starts over. It may haunt itself, inventing ghosts to walk its floors, making friends with its shadow puppets, laughing and whispering to itself at the end of some quiet cul-de-sac.

I just don't think anyone else would get it.

Give Me A Fucking Break

⠀ 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕. #HOLRP⠀#HORRORRP⠀#MVRP 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖.⁴ ⠀

𝙻𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎, "𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝?" 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. '𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍.