Happy Birthday, Vincent!

It Is (warning: depression, self sabotage, trauma)

Behind as dirt, numb as snow,

Handcuffed rage by my own red-handed self.

The monster’s back, isn’t it?

Monochrome duality of emotions

Like drama masks that fit briefly,

Then slip off.

Little horrors behind the eyes of a jolted girl.

It’s chronic, isn’t it?

Game dev blog is live!

Check out @eclipsettrpg for more!

Reblogging my art with folk songs I feel are fitting part 1

Untitled (warning: violence against marginalized & minority populations)

Sitting on the ground reading Emily Dickinson

Just me, God, and the ants

One on my ankle, one on my shoe

I’m sure I’m getting eat up

Oh well

There are worse things that bite

💡 front porch light on!

You shall receive arts & media recs from a wee little painter 👩‍🎨

Eclipse: a DIY punk TTRPG by @yvepaints

Welcome to Eclipse’s game dev blog!

Eclipse is in extremely early phases. It is not available for purchase anywhere. This pinned post will be updated periodically with the current phase of development.

Current phase: initial design & writing

Clean (warning: suicide, drugs)

Lipstick-stained syringe on the counter,

Constantly seated on the edge of disaster,

Round and round on a carousel of brain matter,

I know the spiral all too well.

Anything for the chemicals

When your mind drives you mental.

Push comes to shove and you’re in an office checking “No,” I’ve never tried to kill myself.

The doctor prescribes a pill off the pharmaceutical shelf

To make you feel more like yourself

But a pill

Cannot fill

What is left of your shredded psyche

With its hallucinations of lunacy.

I wonder if the 10,000 hours theory

Is true for suffering.

Have I mastered my craft?

digital collage, 2024 ft. acrylic & glitter on stretched canvas, 2018

Lover

Melt your fingertips into my skin,

Honey dripping between limbs.

Ebony hands gripping porcelain hips,

Obsidian and howlite,

Evening and starlight,

Melt me with your tender kiss.

Oh, lover,

Sweet embrace among silken cloth,

Hovering like a moth

To your flame, under our covers.

I’m painting my nails to Queen and thinking about queer history (warning: hate crimes, violence, homophobia, transphobia)

I’m painting my nails to Queen

And thinking about queer history,

Bloodied,

Beautiful,

Weather-worn.

The artists that allow

My type in men to sparkle,

Gorgeous,

Pretty,

Free.

Don’t talk,

Save me.

Fights over love renewing

With people’s being

Free perceived

Threatening.

I want to break free.

trick or treat >:D!!!!

“Athena Parthenos” (photos taken at the Parthenon in Centennial Park 9-1-23)