oh how She smiles at me

blood tithe

i've got bingo on the second row from the bottom

goodnight, black water. goodnight, seething soil. goodnight, ever-open eye in the sky.

perhaps i am over-stirring a bubbling cauldron. perhaps i am turning too many stones. my inquisitive eye is changing what it observes.

witness

Whack, whack, whack, went Dorothy's axe; another crashed and fell. For twisted trees and witches' knees: a ticket straight to hell.

the Witch of BlackWater. She Who Dwells in Gnarled Briar. God-Hunter. Curseling Child of the Poisonwood Heart. Patron of Parasites. Our Maiden of Churning Topsoil.

Repost from Twitter bc i still think its funny

endless island endless dreams ☁️🔆🌾

ty for being nice to me abt my gender angst, i will be twelveposting shortly mhm :>

i'm scared to speak about my gender because the only time i see it spoken of, it is with vitriol. deservedly so. i'm scared to go to support groups because i'm constantly misgendered by the trans people there.

sometimes making art is like pulling fragments of glass out of your soul and making a mosaic with them

one thousand walls and none of them a mirror. one thousand faces and none of them familiar. if a box is a blade, kissing soft at each corner, then its skin is a song, slipping under and over. a liminal creature; no tethers to haunt. this covetous changeling still gutted by want.

Chapter 002 of SEV/ERED, delivered hot and strange to table ∆-22. Get hype for [MEDICAL COFFIN], get hype for [MICED COFFEE], get hype for [DUBIOUS PERVERSION]. archiveofourown.org/works/79883461

oyasumiii ^-^ papaaaa 🎶

dandelion

this one understands now that the depth of its devotion is what makes it a valuable submissive. not the acts its body can perform, just what it is. a doll with a core of undying loyalty. that cannot be taken away from it!

yes i was one of the first to see the new evanescence music video 😌 yes i am a bit smug about it, and yes it was very good!

a tumblr introspective

doll at the bottom of an empty space. fork found in kitchen.

i think one of the hardest things my illness has shaken in me is my faith in my identity as a submissive. i question what purpose i serve, now that the acts of service i most delighted in are inaccessible to me for the foreseeable future.

shoutout to stairs for my hot new BPM of 175

song of the day :> youtube.com/watch?v=aYsI...

Elizabet's Hunger

they should invent traumatized littles who are very gentle with eachother bc of the ways they've been hurt and their love is kind and mutually needed and also it's yuri

happy mother's day to caregivers of kiddos in older bodies

i'm just trying to keep all the freaks and undesirables fed

my pfps and sometimes even handles differ across platforms, and i cannot make myself do it any other way, but it DOES make it difficult for others to find me.

constant inescapable misery hell from ages 5 to 24~ will in fact make you chronically ill, i have learned

i gotta get outta here (my body) (my bedroom) (my spiral)

me, as whitby: uhm, yes, i'm just washing my mouse me, as wick: uhm, yes, i'm just washing my diagnostic worms my wife, 43 pages into borne: MORD IS THE MOVIE 🤯

if i wasn't a person before, i am certainly not a person now

i have been in shrimp position drawing things i cannot post on this site most of the day 🦐

in my heart i'm a little girl who can still climb trees. who can still run, and dance, who can wander the woods with the white-tail deer. and one day when i am gone, i will be all of these things again. i will be everywhere. i will be the forest, and the water, and the memory of it.

realistically, i dunno how long i've got. i survive off of the good will of others alone, i have health issues. i might get to grow old! i might not. all i can do is to try and make my days bearable. even joyous, if i am lucky! try to keep my little garden nice, for as long as i can manage.

I HAVE MY CHAIR!! it is comfortable and sturdy and it's part of my body. that thing? my leggies now.

lizard girls <3 dino girls <3 GATOR GIRLSSSSSS <333 😩🤧😍💕💗💞💖

i like being down here, looking up. always looking up, even if i can no longer see the sky. it is still there. it is still there.

my mom is the type prefer never loving at all, to loving and losing. my mom is the type to be "nice", but never kind. i think this explains a lot about me.

a wise woman once said, "if i can't feel, i'm not mine; i'm not real."

🍻 cheers critters

self taught

need to learn to draw landscapes. not a clue where to begin.

i just really need to reccomend you beloved L by jaeliu

i'm gonna wheel around the mall of america in full coord, just as mana-sama foretold

i love putting soul scraps into my art and sharing it with you all. it grows back. (:

it's been a long time (sister)