Hot Take But “don’t Make Fun Of Beginner Artists” Applies To Poetry Too

Hello!! My sources (secret) tell me you're... evil. Like super evil... From a scale from one to ten, how evil are you truly? >:) (..And could i get your (EVIL SUPERVILLAIN) autograph? :3)

Well well! Your secret sources were correct. Realistically, I’d break the 1-10 ‘evil scale’, but if we’re sticking to that puny system, I’m definitely a 10/10. Evil to the core. So evil. Incredibly so. …

Anyways, here’s your autograph! Hold on to it, it’ll be worth billions when I make it to the big leagues.

get pranked lsoer

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in grandmas florals and a vintage cut. Smelling like thrift stores and books and dried flowers.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the macarbe. Art filled red with blood, and wardrobe filled black and silver. Jars of bones and hair and herbs.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in nature's song. The howl of the wind. The bold heat of the sun on their skin, and the smell of eucalyptus and petrichor.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the sweat on their brow and the strength of their lift. The rush of adrenaline and endorphins. The beauty in their form and focus.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the tap of their heels on tiles. The way their voice commands a room. Warm printer ink, signature signed.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the paint on your apron and the beadwork your mother taught you. The songs you made up with your cousins over your childhood summers will be the lullabies your children fall asleep to.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the layer of fat on top of your soup, the bubbling of yeast and the smell of onion, garlic, and rosemary.

Here's who the femmes who's expression lies in the strum of the bass and the bang of the drum. Grimey venues with sticky floors, full of screaming, sweat, and fiery passion.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in decedant fabrics galore. Velvets and satins and ruffles and lace. Rhinestones and ribbons. Leather and linens.

Here's to femmes whose expression lies in enjoying the simplicities of life. The smell of the jasmine tree on the walk home from book club. The changing of the leaves. The way their barista knows them by name.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in comfort and care. The softness they've carved for themselves. Matching pajamas and mismatched socks. Home is where the heart is, and where goldilocks finds her "just right."

just posted a new animatic onyoutube for the first time in a while . . smiles loudly

there’s a difference between “just do a little yoga it will cure your depression forever :)” and “going for a run won’t solve your problems but it will make you feel a little better and that’s the first step” but this site seems to treat them as the same thing

if you dont fuck w jacobi and maxwell being best friends forever you dont fuck with me. Highlight of s3 relisten for me so far has been listening to them banter. It’s such a different banter from what you get from everyone else butting heads it’s so bouncy. It tells you they do this all the time but like. They’re friends about it. They hate each other but they also do nefarious shit together theyre bonded forever . Until the incident of course but i digress .

@mothman-the-mothman87 AAAAAAAZHCJCJCJ

Vampire Jon for halloween ?!?

Sorry I haven't posted at all in like a month 😓 college is kicking my ass (and my motivation) I hope you all still remember me!

Bro come look at the stars with me I am not feeling like myself