"My Butterflies Turn To Daggers & Knives"

SIMPLE BUT AFFECTIVE AAAA

My fave kinda style

We’re only what we pretend we aren’t.

Someone at the old Alphabet Stickers place was not having it that day

thank you whaaaaale

Skullmates

New Crow Time 💀👁

No matter how far forward you move

There’ll always be rain clouds that pass over you

We might feel like

All our progress hasn’t lead

but Its just the rain

passing overhead

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What we may feel as a setback, can still be forward progress, it’s just the factors outside of us that move around our path.

You can still be moving forward, even though it’s cloudy overhead

Some things are just too big to pass through

even though we don’t stop moving ahead

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my kinda vibe

Three abandoned chapels

if only if only

practise disappearing

LOVELY

F U C K

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

Godisnowhere

“These voices keep visiting me at night

They argue with each other over my paralysed body

They repeat over & over again:

God is now here | God is nowhere

God is now here | God is nowhere

God is now here | God is nowhere

& I don’t know who to believe”