🪷 self taught artist
🪷 teacher, translator, writer
🪷 id prob be born as a cat if i werent a gal
im opening my commission slots back up! open to anything fandom, scifi, fantasy, or even just modern! my prices are up for discussion but vary depending on the color and style 🫀
find more of my work on melisuer.carrd.co and instagram.com/melisuer
im opening my commission slots back up! open to anything fandom, scifi, fantasy, or even just modern! my prices are up for discussion but vary depending on the color and style 🫀
find more of my work on melisuer.carrd.co and instagram.com/melisuer
but does it matter if i am not there to see it? to hear the tree fall?
but does it matter if i am not there to see it? to hear the tree fall?
maybe not nature herself, the tree that fell that noone heard about and all.
but i do want my words ro have value. that i leave a message of my own on this earth. that i touch the soul of someone born-
maybe not nature herself, the tree that fell that noone heard about and all.
but i do want my words ro have value. that i leave a message of my own on this earth. that i touch the soul of someone born-
seven years ago when i first saw the x-ray of the tumor that found life in my chest, seeing the outline of my breasts visible, surrounding the cancer, it felt tender and erotic. couldnt show it off. felt sexual, kept hidden
seven years ago when i first saw the x-ray of the tumor that found life in my chest, seeing the outline of my breasts visible, surrounding the cancer, it felt tender and erotic. couldnt show it off. felt sexual, kept hidden
im so tired of the endless stream of social media and realising that i cant be myself on any of them, like at all, how stupid is that. i just wanna leave my brain at the door and post whatever the fuck. hope i can do that on here.
im so tired of the endless stream of social media and realising that i cant be myself on any of them, like at all, how stupid is that. i just wanna leave my brain at the door and post whatever the fuck. hope i can do that on here.