he/him
He ys emerald and svelte
He will get reallye weirde
If you lie about beltes
The Greene Knighte
Ys Cominge
To Toun
He ys emerald and svelte
He will get reallye weirde
If you lie about beltes
The Greene Knighte
Ys Cominge
To Toun
Dragon with Christmas Gift, Edward Gorey.
Dragon with Christmas Gift, Edward Gorey.
To All A Cozy
✨🌲 🌝 𝖄𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖉𝖊 🌝🌲✨
whilst darkness reigns.
To All A Cozy
✨🌲 🌝 𝖄𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖉𝖊 🌝🌲✨
whilst darkness reigns.
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(n.)
- One who wears gloves to throw snowballs; a coward; someone who criticizes from a safe distance.
- One lacking the courage to endure dangerous or unpleasant things.
(n.)
- One who wears gloves to throw snowballs; a coward; someone who criticizes from a safe distance.
- One lacking the courage to endure dangerous or unpleasant things.
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(10/23/25 9:47am) i think there’s something else in here something big and there’s no sun
(10/26/25 10:35pm) made it out finally i think angels might be real i saw something
(10/30/25 1:31am) back in the cornfield again lol
(10/23/25 9:47am) i think there’s something else in here something big and there’s no sun
(10/26/25 10:35pm) made it out finally i think angels might be real i saw something
(10/30/25 1:31am) back in the cornfield again lol
But the verye next daye ther came a wolf,
Wyth sinews of whispers - quiet as frost -
And the wolf stole myne hearte, fled
To a tower out of tyme biyonde all the stars.
Seek now myne hearte,
Return it within a yeare and a daye:
Thys ys thy queste
But the verye next daye ther came a wolf,
Wyth sinews of whispers - quiet as frost -
And the wolf stole myne hearte, fled
To a tower out of tyme biyonde all the stars.
Seek now myne hearte,
Return it within a yeare and a daye:
Thys ys thy queste
Acrylic on Canvas - 6 ¼” x 6 ¼”
This began as an abstract color experiment. I had no particular subject in mind until I recalled a drawing in my sketchbook. Staring at a darkly swathed figure earlier that day, I felt that she’d been waiting for a painting to float into. 1/2
Acrylic on Canvas - 6 ¼” x 6 ¼”
This began as an abstract color experiment. I had no particular subject in mind until I recalled a drawing in my sketchbook. Staring at a darkly swathed figure earlier that day, I felt that she’d been waiting for a painting to float into. 1/2