Brb, crossing the Event Despair Horizon.

I'm such a coward.

My anxiety is thru the roof, I hope 9 cups of coffee & 14 hours on social media helps

The beer I'm drinking tastes like someone shook a handful of Wildberry incense sticks in a 2-liter of sprite and strained it into a can. Hm!

Deactivating most of your social media accounts during a bipolar episode is an act of love for those around you. ❤️

Not you guys on here though, you're stuck with my complaining.

I'm okay but the bad juju surrounding our daily life in this country has infiltrated my psyche today.

I feel so disconnected and ugly, unlovable.

This era is VILE.

The OBGYN office lobby is hell's waiting room for queer people.

Not sure how to stay alive under this regime but here I am. I feel so useless and like such a coward for being able to do nothing but exist, work, and hope for a better future.

There's a creature in the sewers and it's insane and wants to kiss me and I think I'm up for it.

I feel like this platform is a new apartment.

The neighborhood is way better anyway.

Making everyone on the floor listen to noise rock because if I have to suffer, so do they.

I'm gonna read the shit out of this and cry probably.

Vacation studies!

spite house

Baby's first color #Polaroid photos. I love this freaking thing.

I love you OC art.
I love you abstract expressionism.
I love you doodles.
I love you outsider art.
I love you oil painting.
I love you mixed media.
I love you bad composition, wacky proportions, copy paper pencil sketches.
I love you delicate alla prima landscape oil paintings.
I love creation.

My 5 art resolutions for 2025
1. Make weirder art
2. Make weirder art
3. Make weirder art
4. Make weirder art
5. Make weirder art

New illustration I like a lot; I was looking to take the heavy feeling of depression and give it some beauty.

Uh...here, take it. Just take the drawing.

Hello BlueSky! Here's an art offering. Lords of Salem fanart.