I Want To Know What Kind Of Demon Has Possessed Me To Make Me Type Like This. Autocorrect Has Fully Given

friendship can be so fleeting no wonder humans are so scared to be vulnerable . what do you mean we put our hearts and souls into people only for something as simple as time to rob our bonds … what do you mean some friendships just aren't meant to last forever?? that sometimes we outgrow people we once knew better than the lines on our palms?? when the version of them we have in our heads becomes outdated, when it means nothing that we know exactly how they take their coffee and why they don't talk about their brother. that today I mean the world to somebody who might only think of me on my birthday in a years time. what an open fucking wound.

being alive is like: you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you haven't known for a long time. you want to go home but you don't know where you'd go. you want to go home you want to go home you want to go home

what if windows were horror trope.

its 2:57am and the moon has been hovering outside my window for the last hour and i do not think. it is supposed to be there. i think there is supposed to be a building blocking it. i am so sure that i will look at this in the morning and there will be a building there.

what if windows were corrupted or used as vessels for the madness and trickery and horror.

you hear rain, a soothing lullaby, but it's only tapping on your window. you see the moon, or stars, or the sun, or a distant light from a streetlight or other house, something where it most definitely should not be. you look outside and see a thick forest swamped in fog, but you live in the city. your curtains grow fucking teeth or eyes or sentience and close on their own to plunge the room into darkness. it's bright daylight outside but your clock says it's the middle of the night or vice versa. the little lever things unlock on their own.

update on the moon; it has shrunk to a single glob of white in the pitch blackness. it is either sinking below the house and being covered, or the eye is blinking.

'i just had to get it out!'

october begins and i arrive late bearing a jester. ty to @nixnephili for the prompt list

I'm not a hater but so much shit is stupid

my final piece for @hkhallowzine :D

this project was so much fun and involved so many incredibly talented people, please check it out if you haven't already! its a free pdf :3

(some of) my fish art :) 🐟

"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.