T R A N S I T U S ★ F L O R E

I wait...

let me hold you...

This art came from a dark place. It was the lowest point since I began to express who I was and it came moments before I made the most significant step in my journey with the help of friends. The loss of time, friends, family, and joy just before another door opened.

solid-

ugh f*ck it, here. Stream of consciousness venting poem. Behave. This is not in response to anything this week btw - it's something from the past year I typed, came back across it looking through other drafts this afternoon. full text in Alt text.

They wield us to control them and hurt everyone in the process. Do not let that fear control you.

You have to start somewhere...

C R E A T E T A E R C
C R E A T E D E A T H

Can you feel the light inside? Can you feel that fire?

Trash Forever

Her epitaph recited endlessly...

Thanks so much. ^^

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HOLLOW KNIGHT

Make something for you are good enough.

Do not go quietly. Rage against the dying of the light.

Nothing can stop the inevitable.

A house is not always a home.

Do not go back in your shell. It is time to harvest.