Victor, 22, queer, genderfluid/bigender, he/she/they, intp, autistic 𓇚
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everyone leaves you eventually. the truth of it all is: we are alone. born alone and die alone. the only person who can save you is yourself.
Medea’s Reasons by Salma Deera
This is probably my favorite poem, and a couple of years back, I illustrated it through a series of portraits featuring women from biblical stories, folklore, and mythology. I wanted to revisit the poem and create something that was more simple and focused on the titular heroine.
I've been living the plot of a romantic drama and as tiring as it is, it is also quite beautiful. Love can exist in so many different ways. My heart has been so full of fondness and affection for all these new beautiful people in my life. I am young and reckless and in love and absolutely terrified of what it means to exist. And that's okay, right? Aren't we all feeling that way to a degree? This world is a strange place, but we are here. Now. Right now! Everything could end in a flash but right this very second I am alive.
my main requirement in a partner is someone who's willing to "yes, and" me. if i say something completely insane i need them to just pick that up and run with it and commit to the bit until we wind up with a conversation that's funny to us but completely incoherent to everyone within earshot. actually now that i'm typing this out i've realised my ideal relationship might just be "shitty improv comedy duo"
Omg what was I doing last night (●__●)
I'm so gay for Regina georgd and also high
Hans Zatzka
Austrian, 1859-1945
Historical undergarments (details)
I have had these dreams since I was about 4 years old, yes! Not quite nameable very awful energy.
Do you ever dream of the bad place? I can't really explain it but that's what I call these weird spaces or rooms in my dreams where I can just feel the most menacing, evil, dangerous atmosphere that makes me afraid to come closer or even wakes me up from fear, or I'm screaming in my sleep. These spaces often look normal and realistic, just a regular basement or building, they usually feature some kind of door too. It's just so surreal because in dreams you forget that what you see is not real, so suddenly feeling this eerie vibes from a room or door makes the evil seem so material and clear. Ever since my childhood I've been dreaming about the same places over and over and my worst fear is that one day I'll find them in real life and feel this dread then too. But maybe I would open the door, I'm just so desperately curious to know what kind of terror is so bad, it's finding its way into my dreams. I want to know what's there. And I want to know if I'm the only one who has these dreams.