Ooog, entered a hyperfixation trance and coded for 8 hours again in the morning

Girl you must be a clam chowder, because you make me want to go straight to bed.

Excited for curry and roti tonight

Since before I graduated high school I have been a retired old person who just wants to play bingo and go to their favorite diner every weekend

starlight and trixie comic

Friend sent me this lovely little glass pen yesterday. Really enjoying getting to try each ink in my collection against it and seeing how it compares to my other pens. <3

eyes on fire, scribble for the day

Online presence #original #oc #art

Sometimes I feel like the more pieces of myself I show people the less they fit together. I sometimes fear them giving up on seeing anything in me. It’s messy. I have come to appreciate myself, mismatched pieces and all. But I still flinch when I see someone noticing.

cw. Depersonalization is something Ive struggled with since I was a child. Id often describe it as feeling “buzzy”. Sometimes in my art I can’t help but draw a black scribbly static around everything.

I kinda love the scratchiness of how I draw right now. Appropriate for the itch.

Did another late night scribble, trying it out as an icon but may switch back to the leaf

The new year can begin now that Ive had my favorite tacos

Just got my ✨library card ✨

Didn’t expect so much attention on my posts today. Rest easy everyone when you do. I had a wonderful evening.

I love art.

New to actually drawing without vectors and a mouse, but I kinda love the process.

Bitey

Nothing like a girl cuddling you while she plays Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4 and suddenly putting you in an unintentional headlock while she tries to pull off a combo.

What use is a day off if my favorite taco place is also closed.

Hmm nobody is here.. Is this a company holiday…?

I suppose I should swallow my pills and get to work. Friend is visiting today. I’m excited and will make them mildly flustered over oatnogg.

Smoked weed with Flatwoods monster in the forest. I really like her energy. I like how it shoots from her eyes

This account is going to be heavy at times. Stick around if you like, but leave at your own comfort.

Last two reposts leave me feeling like how I wish someone would respond to me when trauma shuts me down. It’s easier to be at a distance, but other people can force you into the moment. If you’re going to reach out to someone do it with love, understanding that it’s not always enough and that’s ok.

art from 2021, originally two different drawings but now smushed together and available as a print www.inprnt.com/gallery/hell...

passage

You’re never too much. Always enough.

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Yes, I was a mercy main. I sunk 60 hours into the high of reviving people after that game dropped.

When I was younger I remember logging onto games like RuneScape just to be useful to someone. I would offer up my services for free in some populated square. Usually people would just want me to farm a resource for them, or follow them around, but I enjoyed doing whatever was asked.

I love simple high contrast styles. I usually use vectors for my art, but I want to experiment more with just two tones and an eraser.

Why yes, I did only get two hours of sleep. I had a wonderful dream about being a fairy creature before my shower shelf decided to wake me up by violently detaching itself from the wall.

Been enjoying the local meshcore net chats, thinking of picking up a second radio to play with some automation

Falling asleep next to my ingot of beeswax. Rest easy when you do.

I find my memories in decay. Not in the sense of rot or dying but in the breaking down of barriers.

It’s hard for me to not curate my thoughts excessively. I used to delete my accounts annually. Mostly out of fear of being known by those who could hurt me.

Nothing has made me question my perception of flat more than my phone managing to fly off any surface I lay it on.

I could stand to be weirder

2022 12 13

Been staring at the doors I make for myself to separate where I am at from where I’ve been, or where I can never be. It’s a very special flavor of sorrow. If the door wasn’t there my mind wouldn’t have anything to beat on. Where else could I leave this note but on a door to nowhere.

New Year’s Day. Nothing much to say. I am here. Really been contemplating what that means to say.