I’m annoying and that’s all I know how to be
August 12, 2025 at 2:09 AM
I’m annoying and that’s all I know how to be
There wasn’t much intention with this drawing.
I hope that upon viewing this, you’re put in the shoes of a doctor observing a patient—a cold doctor that knows its only purpose: to observe and cure. That is how I feel when looking at the emotional aspects of myself and others (at times).
I hope that upon viewing this, you’re put in the shoes of a doctor observing a patient—a cold doctor that knows its only purpose: to observe and cure. That is how I feel when looking at the emotional aspects of myself and others (at times).
May 23, 2025 at 2:42 AM
There wasn’t much intention with this drawing.
I hope that upon viewing this, you’re put in the shoes of a doctor observing a patient—a cold doctor that knows its only purpose: to observe and cure. That is how I feel when looking at the emotional aspects of myself and others (at times).
I hope that upon viewing this, you’re put in the shoes of a doctor observing a patient—a cold doctor that knows its only purpose: to observe and cure. That is how I feel when looking at the emotional aspects of myself and others (at times).
I’m not finishing this.
April 27, 2025 at 3:53 PM
I’m not finishing this.
There’s No Excuse
I just can’t help but eat flesh
Someone fucking obliterate me so I can have an excuse to be like that
Blood runs down my fingers and from my lips, dripping onto the corpse I’ve devoured. All they really did was approach.
I just can’t help but eat flesh
Someone fucking obliterate me so I can have an excuse to be like that
Blood runs down my fingers and from my lips, dripping onto the corpse I’ve devoured. All they really did was approach.
April 25, 2025 at 9:52 PM
There’s No Excuse
I just can’t help but eat flesh
Someone fucking obliterate me so I can have an excuse to be like that
Blood runs down my fingers and from my lips, dripping onto the corpse I’ve devoured. All they really did was approach.
I just can’t help but eat flesh
Someone fucking obliterate me so I can have an excuse to be like that
Blood runs down my fingers and from my lips, dripping onto the corpse I’ve devoured. All they really did was approach.
My Veins Are Mine
He screams, “our heart is beating!”
I can’t feel it myself, so I’ll continue to ignore it.
He screams, “our heart is beating!”
I can’t feel it myself, so I’ll continue to ignore it.
April 17, 2025 at 6:30 PM
My Veins Are Mine
He screams, “our heart is beating!”
I can’t feel it myself, so I’ll continue to ignore it.
He screams, “our heart is beating!”
I can’t feel it myself, so I’ll continue to ignore it.
Drawings for a future video (that may or may not be posted).
March 31, 2025 at 1:37 AM
Drawings for a future video (that may or may not be posted).