Aggy Wonx
@aggrohwonx.bsky.social
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aggrohwonx.bsky.social
i now have two stories to listen to :3
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
that *is* just fetish porn, explicitly similar to the femme fatale dommes youd see in soldier of fortune magazine stories like

this isnt an urban legend, its a thing libertarian right wing grandpas would jork it to
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funkelly.bsky.social
start doing all the tedious, boring “taking better care of yourself” stuff asap. you never know when that rug is gonna get pulled out from under you but it’s going to happen to all of us, sooner or later, however strong/healthy/on top of shit you are now.
essencesimmone.blacksky.app
Those who are 35+, what advice do you have for people just entering their 30s?
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
me with writing opening up seven youtube videos and shoving a hot pocket in my face
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buzzcomics.bsky.social
Un aperçu de Planet She-Hulk #1 par Stephanie Phillips (@stephsmash.bsky.social) et Aaron Kuder chez Marvel #MarvelComics #Comics #SheHulk #PlanetSheHulk #Hulk #Imperial www.buzzcomics.net/showpost.php...
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
TW: Sensitive Content, including allusions to assault.

If you've been hurt by somebody just know it's going to be okay. I have been through hell, but I am okay now.

Title: Will Violet Always Be a Blueberry?
I'm 14 and I am in pain. 
I don't know why I'm in pain. 
The mirror seems ghostly and I do not see my face. 
The world seems ghastly and I don't know my place. 
The color blue comforts me, I immerse myself in a wonder of worlds, but I cannot help seeing a monster in the visage of my body and in the corner of my eye. 
I am afraid, I am deeply afraid, I've been defiled, destroyed, deconstructed, reconstructed, made into something I don't want to be, by somebody who did not ask me to do it, they simply did it without my grace, and all of those things sit upon my chest and weigh me down and hurt me. 
It hurts me to breathe. 
Why is breathing hard? 
Why is existence hard? 
If I keep playing in the marching band, if I ignore the screams of my knees and the aches of my back, if I sweat out all of my pain and trust that one day it will go away, will it? 
Will it? 
Will I? 
Will I be okay? 
Will Violet be okay? 
That's not my name, why did I say that? 
Why do I feel this way? 
Why did I say that? 
Will Violet always be a blueberry? 
Will Violet always be a blueberry?
I'm 18 and I'm in excruciating pain. 
I know exactly why I am in pain, and it hurts. 
It hurts to look in the mirror, it hurts to live, to breathe, to be happy. 
The world is terrible and I have no place. 
The only Sanctuary is my quiet home space. 
I am dying. 
I am suffering. 
Why can't I breathe? 
Why can't I feel, why can't I know? 
Why are my hands and fingers numb? 
Why am I sweating in this phone call with somebody I didn't want to have with somebody I was so scared to talk to? 
How much yelling is enough yelling? 
How much anger is enough rage? 
Why won't he say he's sorry? 
Why is sorry not enough? 
Why is what he did so painful? 
Why do I still feel defiled even though I've gotten an apology? 
Why do I still not feel like myself? 
Will I be okay? 
Will I be truly okay? 
Will I be able to look at a blueberry the same way again? 
Will Violet always be a blueberry?
Will Violet always be a blueberry?
I am 22 and it is the middle of the night. I'm staring at screens trying to figure out what's going on in my head, 
relieved that I finally have some solace and peace and yet sitting in the back of my mind is this agony, 
this aggravation, 
this frustration, 
this anger and agitation, 
this oddity and conflagration, 
why do I suddenly feel like the world is about to end in this mere moment and why do I suddenly know exactly everything about who I am and what I need? 
I know now what has happened, I know now how to process it. 
I know exactly where I was, what happened, what I needed, 
and what I need to do.
It all hits me at once, the realization and tangibility:
yes I'm going to always be a blueberry, in fact I was always a blueberry, 
and this frustrating defiling that I feel with somebody denying me the agency to be myself in my skin for who I am. 
Yes in fact Violet will always be a blueberry, 
yes Violet was a blueberry, the chaotic turmoil and tumultuousness of all of it painfully shakes my spirit but I still am a blueberry…
and that is okay. 
I am okay. 
I'm going to be okay, but at sobering, quiet, realization, in the middle of the night, in the agony of all that is and all that could be and all that will be, it's going to make being myself hell. 
I don't know how much I can take… 
I hope I can make it through, pull myself back together, be the person I want to be, and make it out on the other side.

I am glad, however, that I am still in fact a blueberry.

I am a helpless blueberry, stuck and frozen, paralyzed and twitching, frightened and precarious. 
That realization has set me free, it has calmed the storm in my heart, and it has given me quiet ease.

Yes, dear reader, Violet will always be a blueberry.
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
This is a popping image. This is a very intense popping image. It's not visually or viscerally intense. But the subject matter is.

Consume at your own discretion, engage at your own discretion.
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
That situation has long passed, and the people who helped me in that situation have left a genuinely impactful mark on my brain, and the people who didn't help me in that situation made me very aware of the shortcomings of a human being.

Here's a hint, the title kind of can explain what happened.
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
This is probably one of the most emotional pieces of art I've ever drawn, it's something that genuinely moves me as a person and was made because of something that happened to me, and because of something that hurt very painfully.
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
This art has a d for meaning than the simple silly image it is depicting, and I need you to know that the agony of waiting is one of those things that will always kill me, even though I know at some point down the line, I will be exactly where the fuck I need to be.
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
I call this one the hubris triptych. I had an idea, each drawing took about a half an hour to draw, and it came out exactly as I wanted it to.
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
You haven't lived until you've dipped a Hot Pocket in nacho cheese
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
I thought the tagline was funny and that's what inspired this. I'm probably going to see the movie.
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
Sometimes I sketch with pens when I am anxious, and the result is stuff like this.
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
I fucking hate fascists
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
I also should clarify that I don't respect my audience, and I want them to respect me instead, this is because my art is my art and it is my emotions and my audience does not get to dictate what emotions I put on the page. I'm fucking tired of that bullshit anyways.
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
I just noticed I haven't posted any of the art that I posted on Twitter on here outside of maybe two pictures, so you're about to be inundated with like a shitload of posts from me, including sketches, photo edits, and so on.
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
I just noticed I haven't posted any of the art that I posted on Twitter on here outside of maybe two pictures, so you're about to be inundated with like a shitload of posts from me, including sketches, photo edits, and so on.
aggrohwonx.bsky.social
thats hilarious lol