Hazel

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[art] scraps from the big dinner

Category: Art and Photography

Do you ever look back at old art and miss how you drew? I want what younger me had. » Continue Reading

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A memory (the moment)

Category: Life

Warm tears and damp skin, scattered stone and decaying teeth. Calloused hands and burnt skin.  An aching spine after every grueling hour rotting my eyes in the stinging pale glow that my life revolves around and that I have chosen to be its child.   All that I have been born with, all that I have been dependent on for a body. A substance that I’ve yet to understand, a foreign infection which seeps... » Continue Reading

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[art] something

Category: Art and Photography

Small things. Please ignore jank anatomy I haven’t drawn in a while. » Continue Reading

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Wednesday

Category: Life

I don’t know if I was even raised to be loved. I think I was just raised to survive. I was held but I don’t think I was held for any purpose other that being in the room and being something that has a heartbeat. I think I’m meant to be alone like this. Even with someone to give me a small slice of affection I imagine there’s a layer of soot on myself that rubs off to anyone that touches me and the... » Continue Reading

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star-crossed lovers

Category: Life

A mirror, this play was. My university was holding the first showing of Romeo and Juliet, but they’d re-created the story into a half modern tale. One of those renditions where they make part of it relatable to our time while keeping the same Shakespearian dialect. I’d been told this and that about the quality of the play, and I had been in the know of some backstage drama that’d floated around in... » Continue Reading

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[art] thingz and stuffz

Category: Art and Photography

Hi I drew something Still love this creature design from awhile back.  Lighting test. » Continue Reading

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morning

Category: Writing and Poetry

Discomfort follows me into my first conscious breath. The immediate sensation of damp sweat collecting underneath me is the sole motivator of my movements as I rouse my body to collect the heavenly cool air that pulses through my room. I slowly work the feeling through my body that I’m awake again, as if I’m some leaderless soldier trying to find out where the battle is, my body wakes in some stra... » Continue Reading

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[art] cool madness

Category: Art and Photography

frontier humans, bracing for tomorrow the black hole soldier  (I don’t know what I wrote here) » Continue Reading

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the gray sleep

Category: Writing and Poetry

Angels kiss. Milky white skin. Your hand in mine. I’ve discovered the source of all that is good and evil, all that populates and destroys and loves. I’ve crossed a boundary now, may it not be so ghastly, but I will say now, I've changed. I have become what was programmed into my very core in this wretched flesh and hormone-induced living coma. Tears. Why? Why do I cry, softly, after I saw you?  D... » Continue Reading

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heart's sludge

Category: Writing and Poetry

I’m still aching, even after all that I have now. A midnight visitor, not unlike the small mammals that lurk around my presence, but one that’s been gnawing at my flesh. A parasite that drags me deeper into the sea of anguish and distraction. No work is ever done when the heart is addicted. No progress is ever made when I’m trapped in the arms of someone that provides no relief, but a living subst... » Continue Reading

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ramblings

Category: Writing and Poetry

When I woke up, I asked myself, "What am I here for?" For friendship, for learning, for personal growth? Meaning of life? To have a good time? To evolve or shrink? The shame leaked into my dreams. That's when the real torture happens. When does one feel "true" love? As in, the emotion of loving someone. I can't even describe it. I don't think I've ever felt "love". Sure, I've been in romantic rela... » Continue Reading

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