♦Give it back

2:30 Closes eyes gently, wishing I could go home and sleep 5:30 Wait.... Wai...

I had a dream, in which I vividly recalled a day. A day I thought was gone. The memories were never erased, just hidden. The most horrible things in my life, are hidden behind the obsidian wall. It makes me wonder, what other memories are hidden from me

Let's bathe in the light of the moons!

Persistent nightmares have been f*cking up my sleep schedule. I knew one day, I would wake up and realize Im alive

Star: Sometimes I read my own posts and feel like i never wrote that x3

Our thoughts are pressing on each other hard today 😖

Why is everything spinning?

WIP im smiling so big and too excited to show redesign of Neo helm + just fun armor design for her! <:]

Feathers of a down, I sing to you. Whenever lost, we can be found. But to you I wonder, lost one Will you ever be found? Find yourself, or never be. wait no longer, sincerely

soo I had to go to urgent care and have to rest at home for a little bit and have lots of time for art… give me something to do please 🙏 $90 for an mspaint, comment a ref to claim!

Im not excited to lose my pc next week TwT

I sometimes get the feeling my entire soul is wrapped around wordless things, and every time I open my mouth im doing it wrong.

Everything felt heavy this morning. So so heavy. Like a walk broke down, and emotions poured over me. I remembered so many have thoughts and feelings, and I felt it in all my steps. That much heavier. Maybe I want my steps to be heavier. The weight feels nice.

"help immm dyyiinnggggg" Youre anemic, take your iron "nevermind im normal"

Just because Fengal shattered, doesn't mean I dont want to understand everything. It just means that I have a strange lens. Fengal, being the last name I can remember them having. The creature that came before us. Our precursor.

I woke up a lil bit ago from a very vivid dream. It was.. mostly crazy new stuff, but also pieces of our precursors past stitched in. I woke up whiteheart, and listened to them talk about their past. Listening to them talk is like hearing stories about someone elses life.

Got something stuck in my head, like some kinda... wacky memory? Its... fragmented and almost painful to stare at because... its warpy? made of so many things not so Euclidean? its hard to picture, but I think i understand it well enough

Listen, feel the rhythm, and dance to tunes so soft and light. Feel and be felt. Know love, know compassion, and let yourself be free

I have come to the realization that.. I exist

I see you, creature hidden in the dark. I know your every seam. I know you have suffered and fallen plenty. Despite your every failing, you deserve to live. ---

"The memories swim and haunt you, but look into the lake, shimmering like smoke, rises the moon."

I was searching through my mental realm, sorting memories, when I found some old ones. When I leaned in to look, it was like I tripped. Plunged into inky black tar and dragged down by them

The last few days, I just havnt stopped moving. I feel alive again. I think I know.. Why I fall down so much. Its because.. Im trying so hard. Doing so much more. When you run twice as fast, you trip twice as much. So, Im just soaring with all my heart again. Im sure to fall and endless number...

Im sick of falling down all the time. Im never giving up, and i am strong, but it gets frustrating and i cry a lot. I feel like i fall down so much more than everyone else.

Bridge.. shut down.. Hopefully, not broken, rest now

Found some old art in a folder somewhere. I don't remember making this one

Little patchwork heart

I had a dream that I spoke to our host. They've been dormant for a long time, so i was surprised. Its hard to remember what they said, but I think it went something like... White: "I am the fabric, the in-between. I hold you all together, though I have long since fallen into eternity"

star friends !

Today I was set free again, its been awhile since we all danced together. A good while Since I felt the tides of existence moving again. Instead of feeling out of control, it felt natural, homely.

Wait, i forgor to post my new pfp

WIP

♦I am ember, I am light. I have lived through darkest eternal night. That, itself, should be enough, should be my strength.

♦Silence. Silence everywhere. When will the hands of the clock move. What is this place beyond time, beyond meaning. Why would anyone live here, in this greyscale inn. Is what you desire eternal itself? Infinity by itself is grey. Empty..

Being alive again is wonderful n scary

Thanks to everyone who responded to my message last night. It feels like Ive woken up from a long hazy dream, and I was having a panic attack when I became lucid. Y'all helped me calm down, so thanku much

Scared, dizzy and alone

Protecting what is left

Im seeing the world around me for the first time in seven years. Its nice actually. I love light, I love warmth. For the first time.. in seven years... I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin

Just, let me be me.

Everyone tells you to pretend. Im so sick of pretending. The scars are healing, but in a way that ill never be the same ever again. Im ok with that, i want to be me, this piece. But i want my other pieces too. I want to be a family at least. I miss you Astra, I miss you Nyx. Please come home soon

The pain, the pain of choosing a shape. Of sticking to it, this shape forever? I wonder

Dream thought: We produce produce. when produce is used as a noun it always refers to grown foods. The aliens trying to comprehend our language: *Head tilt*