Blue Boy- mspaint

Small Steps

As a Washingtonian, no matter how the events may unfold in the future, I am still incredibly proud of the important steps my state has taken directly for the positive of the social good. I can marry any person I fall in love with and so can all my gay and lesbian friends. I was prepared to fight this fight for a long time. We won so much sooner than I was even prepared for!
And weed is legalized in my state. There may be many consequences for the stoner community that people have been pointing out, but overall I think this is a step in the right direction and I fail to see how making things more lax in general, especially making the social attitude more lax in general, will be more harmful to the stoner community at large than the current restrictions in place on weed.

I believe in the goodness of weed, and I think more people should smoke it.

Hottest Bitch In The Club

I'm in my philosophy class right now, and I made this for some reason..

Get Outta Here Ya Poop Cat

Practice Animation
In Loving Memory of Ume.

 And because the last frame is my absolute favorite..

Just Wanna Be Killed By You

 

Photoshop version of previous piece, Pheonix

MsPaint- Pheonix

I Just Wanna Be Killed By You

Dark kings and shiny shackles

These paints I bought look like normal watercolors in certain lights, and totally shiny and metallic in others. This piece came out super cool.

Painting on shrooms

sketches of future cg projects

The more I think about it

Maybe I've never been good at guitar because I'm actually supposed to be a drummer.

Better

And Matrices

I just experienced a strange instance of deja vu, and immediately the thought I had was 'oh, Matrix is resetting itself'.
And so, I breathed a heavy sigh and thought 'Isn't that a relief?' like somehow, the system must be overloading and that's why I'm so volatile and tense and angry lately.
I don't believe in things, but I still let the thought relax me.

Repost

At some point when I thought I'd be more proactive about learning web coding, I removed a lot of old posts that I meant to eventually put back at some point so I'm going to slowly start doing so with some of the better ones. 


I had a lot of trouble coming up with a title for this piece in particular, nor do I remember quite when I wrote it.

There’s something to be said about pride. I would hold her in my hands, I would trap her underneath the weight of my sternum, and I would listen to her breath catch. I learned quickly that I couldn’t hurt her emotionally, so it was some sort of affirmation when I realized I could crush her in my arms. I could squeeze her lifeless, make her limp, make her cold, leave her naked on a pile of books and magazines and clothes on her floor and who knows how long it’d take for anyone to find her.

I didn’t. I mean, I wouldn’t. Even when she’s naked and her clavicle pokes through beneath her paper body and she looks so goddamn breakable. I just hug her tighter, closer to me, feeling the heat of her skin. I feel her humanity under my fingertips. Her lips, her breath stain my skin. She has sharp teeth and sharp bones and she folds herself up tiny like she’d fit inside herself and she gives herself to me like a present.

She told me once that her favorite thing about the winter time was wearing short dresses on cold nights. She once told me that she would rather die than ever be in love again. She once told me that she knew I didn’t last long to prolong her pleasure, I just had trouble finishing. I leave her house with gold rings on my dick from her lipstick. I leave her house trembling and nauseous, wishing she had asked me to stay.

There’s something to be said about pride. There’s something to be said about doing well in a game you don’t even know the rules to. There’s something to be said about making a woman like that scream beneath you. There’s something kind of sad about being too timid to ask her what she’s thinking about.

She pipes up, “I am a mirror,” and doesn’t elaborate. I tell her she’s an earth quake. She says she’s a syringe. She says, men like you tend to get addicted.

She has whipped cream on her finger and my want for her crystallizes like sugar god it makes my teeth hurt.

I know there are a million things I’ll never know about her and she teases me with hints of secrets, dangled above me like feathers on a string.

I see her smile light up her face super bright and she’s floaty like a cloud of hot air balloons. I say I just want to see her happy, but the thing is I think she might already be happy.

Instead, I kind of just want to see her bleed.

I'm in a panic right now because I can't remember if my old Archie Comics are in storage or if I recycled them.

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Greek-coloured huntress

Predatory female
in estrus
and you smell so
good


And her love, ludic
it may be a game to her
but she's playing
to win you

And her love, storgic
it may the end of her,
but she longs to be there
for you

And her love, manic,
like pale skin craves sunlight
she just wants to own and
dominate you

And her love, pragmatic,
it brings out the best of her
and she just wants
to share with you

And her love, erotic,
it stirs such passion in her
it would bring her delight
its all she would like
to make you feel good

And her love, agape,
like she's custom made for you,
and she wants to make
everything good for you

it would bring her delight
its all she would like
to be what is good for you

It devours me completely

i wish my life novel was told in 3rd person rather than in 1st, i make a better narrator than main character

Oblivion Dust- When You Say

When you say...

Maybe there's no reason we're here
You're trying to find some meaning in it all
A little spider in your head don't want you to see
So he keeps you in his web
A little too close to an emotion that won't let you glow inside
So tell me, baby, what can I do about it?
I want you to see there's a better way for you

When you say that the morning never seems to shine its light
When you say that the stars are there to keep you warm at night
When you say that there's no one there to ever hold you tight
I'll try and find a place that's safe for you
And I won't ever leave you there alone

When you say...I wanted to believe...

Maybe there's a reason we're here
I'll find it if it helps you leave the web
There's sweetness in everything
Just hold on to me and whisper in my ear
Oh, I'll take you far away from all of that hurt you feel
So tell me, baby, that you believe and want it (Say it back to me, baby, say it back to me)
And you'll finally be where you're meant to be

When you say that the morning never seems to shine its light
When you say that the stars are there to keep you warm at night
When you say that there's no one there to ever hold you tight
(You're hiding up inside it, you're drying up, so leave it)
I'll try and find a place that's safe for you
And I won't ever leave you there alone
No, I won't ever leave you there alone

I wonder

If you talk about me during therapy

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Want, want, want

This song has been a favorite of mine for a long, long time, but I can still remember how my bedroom was set up the first time I heard it, how short my hair was, and who I had a crush on at the time.