“Crying Moon” By Robin Isely

“Ḷ̷̨̢̯̬̥̣̼̹͖̹̏̐̌̆͑͗͋̾̄̓͘ͅa̴̘͂͗̔̐̊m̸̛̱̪͈͈̰͔̩̬̟̺̟͐̈́̄́̈́͌̎́̕p̷̢̳̫̞͖̤̖̬̲͙͌͂̍͆̐̋̒̓͋͝”

Day 24 - Goth Moth

Cometh the hour, cometh the moth.

Portrait practice, oil on paper

Fog in the forest

Creepy but not in a sex pervert way. I'm creepy like crawly

i’m gonna be real i dont think we’re gonna community garden our way out of this one

Insomnia by Vincenzo Lamolinara

gen z has to reckon with its radicalization problem. you are not a morally pure and superior generation of youth come to save the world, your men and boys are radicalized at an unprecedented level and you ignore it because it’s too hard to address but you have to. these boys are in your classes, they date your friends, you know them and you cannot continue to pretend this is an “old white guy” problem

WOOAAAHHH, you were scrolling real fast. thank you for stopping on this post. unrelated but I wanted to say, you are downright gorgeous

Streaks of Grey running through her hair

Like fingers wearing

Too many rings; I pick up the phone to her

Shrill voice. Like a bird,

I think, as she tells me my rent is

Long Overdue.

I tell her the birds on the tree outside my apartment are not as pretty as they think they are.

She tells me she does not understand.

People have left her before, gone too soon

Broken her heart

Broken their lease

She pinches her lips together whenever she looks at you

Like she is disgusted with what she sees

You are such a cunt, Marsha.

I tell her I will pay rent whenever I damn well please and that she should be happy to have it late

At least then, she can have somebody to call on the phone

And bother with her horrible voice

She tells me I am her worst tenant.

I tell her I wish she were dead.

Neither of us have anyone else to talk to, so we stay on the line.