OTHER THAN A VAMPIRE OBVS i think he would be a hamster! not bc i think that's what he would dress up as for halloween, but bc that's what i want him to dress up as for halloween :) lmao here's also a bonus doodle of him dressed as a bat <3 bc i think he's cute <3
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Assorted blorbos on my mind (part 1/?)
The theme is uhhhhh... time-loop tortured, erratic/unpredictable personality, no stranger to death, plus a (mostly) monochrome palette... i guess!
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i like to imagine that they're just kind of chilling and hanging out.
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your hips too narrow, your mental too illness, your womb too acidic. waifish man...you're gonna die in the childbed...
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And what do I do? I live. I try to make sense of life. I lean on my kitchen counter and get lost in the soup. I gaze at flowers and sunbeams and the cracking paint. I am in love and I am in pain and they are becoming less like lovers and more like friends. I like it that way; when I’m at the breakfast table, my head is quieter. I watch sunrises and I go insane, very quietly, over the twists and turns of poetry. I still smile when I cry. I am so loved, so fucking loved, and I hold the love carefully between my hands – like a present I’m still shocked to receive.
I stand in the grass and close my eyes; the trees laugh, softly, caressing the wind, and I am a life in a life full of little lives.
What is worship but a wordless cry – how good it is, how good it is, how good. How good is the laughter of friends and the sharp decoration of a pinecone? How good is the blue slide of sky, how good is my song, how good is a voice raised loud in joy?
And I live. I try to make sense of life. I cry in restaurant bathrooms. I dance. I pull my car over to take pictures of sunsets. I am in love. I tuck my pain into bed and kiss her forehead gently. Rage grabs my shoulder; I stare back. I am a life in a life full of little lives and I still don’t know how that happened. How good is it, to have people who your heart can rest with? How good is it, to see the stars? How good is it, to know I will cry again – I will wonder – I will let my heart be ripped clean and yet. And yet. I go on.
What is worship but a wordless cry?
I am glad to be alive.
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