Scotchy
@butterscotch1176.bsky.social
I’ve been dying to love, but I’m too scared to
🔞 | chronically online | a little whack in the head | you can msg me anything I’m lonely
🔞 | chronically online | a little whack in the head | you can msg me anything I’m lonely
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Very good advice for when you really wanna do a thing, but are afraid. <3
February 17, 2026 at 5:49 PM
Very good advice for when you really wanna do a thing, but are afraid. <3
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I just wanted to make a little messy comic when I saw the discourse around the new AI update.
Remember to support and love your favorite artists that pour their love into art! Because real art is made from love. Please don't give up!
Remember to support and love your favorite artists that pour their love into art! Because real art is made from love. Please don't give up!
December 28, 2025 at 8:11 PM
I just wanted to make a little messy comic when I saw the discourse around the new AI update.
Remember to support and love your favorite artists that pour their love into art! Because real art is made from love. Please don't give up!
Remember to support and love your favorite artists that pour their love into art! Because real art is made from love. Please don't give up!
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February 11, 2026 at 4:12 PM
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#TØP: Drag Path is now available for everyone everywhere. top.lnk.to/DragPath
February 17, 2026 at 11:06 PM
#TØP: Drag Path is now available for everyone everywhere. top.lnk.to/DragPath
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I’m falling in again,
Marinating in sin again,
Lie in wait of this imminent drought
White noise gets in again,
Drowning in oxygen,
Lost the pen, can I ever keep count?
Marinating in sin again,
Lie in wait of this imminent drought
White noise gets in again,
Drowning in oxygen,
Lost the pen, can I ever keep count?
February 18, 2026 at 7:00 PM
I’m falling in again,
Marinating in sin again,
Lie in wait of this imminent drought
White noise gets in again,
Drowning in oxygen,
Lost the pen, can I ever keep count?
Marinating in sin again,
Lie in wait of this imminent drought
White noise gets in again,
Drowning in oxygen,
Lost the pen, can I ever keep count?
Here’s a poem I wrote, used to be song chorus
Oh, rainbows fall in my head,
My poet is dead
The lights dim to red
Drink poison instead
Oh, bullets put me to bed,
Still leaving my thoughts on read,
Still thinking what’s been unsaid,
With someone‘s gun to my head
How can I catch my fall?
Oh, rainbows fall in my head,
My poet is dead
The lights dim to red
Drink poison instead
Oh, bullets put me to bed,
Still leaving my thoughts on read,
Still thinking what’s been unsaid,
With someone‘s gun to my head
How can I catch my fall?
February 18, 2026 at 6:48 PM
Here’s a poem I wrote, used to be song chorus
Oh, rainbows fall in my head,
My poet is dead
The lights dim to red
Drink poison instead
Oh, bullets put me to bed,
Still leaving my thoughts on read,
Still thinking what’s been unsaid,
With someone‘s gun to my head
How can I catch my fall?
Oh, rainbows fall in my head,
My poet is dead
The lights dim to red
Drink poison instead
Oh, bullets put me to bed,
Still leaving my thoughts on read,
Still thinking what’s been unsaid,
With someone‘s gun to my head
How can I catch my fall?