‘something’s wrong’, a disability with no name.
i’ve spent almost two years trying to figure out the mystery diagnoses that have been ruining my life. every test, imaging and lab under the sun has come back normal, even when i know it’s not. we have ideas, but nothing concrete. i’ve lost almost 60 pounds without meaning to. everything hurts. and all of this is… exhausting. i doubt what i feel because i have nothing to call it, and i doubt its importance because it could always be worse. and i should be grateful that technically, nothing is wrong, but something IS wrong, and i don’t know what to do with that, either.
i’m not sure how this piece ended up the way it did; maybe my brain needed to make sense of everything in a way that makes no sense. sometimes the body is a broken doll is a mess is a horrible thing.
‘one for sorrow’ (2025).
my first painting since i was a kid!! i’ve always loved magpies, though i painted it with my oc (named magpie martin) in mind. each of the shakespearen excerpts relate to her story in some way teehee :3
it’s not the best painting in the world, but i’m pretty proud of how it turned out!! the original digital rendering is below:
some very different drawings about the ocean 🌊🐚
“I believe in a lot of things. Hope. Prayer. We all have our own way of seeking comfort.”
As promised, a little Castiel candid from my Stanford era college AU, This Gentle Sin! If you’ve read it, trust that the rest of his walls have just as many artifacts, if not more-- and if you haven’t, well! I’d be happy to have you! 💛
I WISH THINGS HAD TURNED OUT DIFFERENTLY!!!!!!!!! goes to the supermarket
been watching supernatural again lately and felt like drawing my spn oc, magpie martin!! everyone’s favorite psychic and my personal victim of the narrative. sorry for all that trauma baby but I appreciate your hope and unyielding optimism in the face of it anyways