My-ugly-organs - Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

cw: gore

idk how to use this app yet . here is a work

teenage bedroom collection, mixed media (chalk pastels, embroidery, felting, etc.), 2023 work in progress

left to right, top to bottom: "sixteen", "goodnight", "I AM THE GOD I WORSHIP", "cost of freedom"

Don't you see that this life is hell?!

I'm not living at all

Franz Kafka, from Letters to Felice

May Sarton, "Of Grief", Selected Poems

I often do Russian horror illustrations, often working with body horror, insects and mushrooms

overgrown

You know what people don’t talk about often enough? Playing catch up in life after spending your teens or early 20s suicidally depressed. There’s so many more layers than just being able to say “I don’t want to die anymore.”

The difficulty in academia or a career after spending years thinking you wouldn’t be alive long enough for any of it to matter.

The exhaustion that comes from self awareness and self soothing, with the constant voice in your head saying “don’t go backwards.”

How lonely it is to watch the people your age starting families when you’re just barely learning what stable relationships are, and the sudden societal pressure of being “up against a clock” for these kinds of things.

The judgement from others if you change your image or interests this late in the game just because you finally figured out who you really are under the demons.

Be kind to those who are developing and blooming after years of not planning on being here long. We are living a life we absolutely didn’t think we’d have, and it’s hard enough without society reminding us there’s expectations of our age.

We didn’t get to be young; we were too busy fighting battles few know.

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