I Was Bored So I Decided To Hurt My Eyes

This is supposed to be a slice of pumpkin pie. To be completely honest, I'm not really that proud of this. It doesn't really give me that "pumpkin" feeling.

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you find a a safe in a wall that’s [Locked - Hard], but can’t unlock it yet because your lockpick skill is only 63. when you finally get it to 75, you return, only to find the wall is bare. had the safe even been there in the first place?

there is a red marker on your HUD, and ED-E is playing is playing battle music. you ready your weapon and spin, darting your eyes across the flat, barren expanse of brown, but nothing is coming to attack you.

this would be a perfectly normal hotel room, if not for the dried blood on the floor, the skeleton in the bathtub, and the teddy bears stuffed in the toilet.

something glints at the mouth of that giant dinosaur statue. binoculars, or a scope? either way, you’re being watched.

crucified degenerates line the craggy road like a picket fence. they smell dead, but when a crow lands on one of their shoulders to peck at the peeling flesh on his cheek, you could have sworn you saw him flinch.

ever the scrounger, you find yourself approaching an abandoned trailer. there’s graffiti on the wall bidding strangers to KEEP OUT, but that’s never stopped you before. you enter, only to discover it’s filled with high-tech broadcasting equipment. “johnny guitar” loops on the radio, despite the fact that the equipment isn’t even plugged in.

you sit by the fire after a tiring day, to rest your weary legs and chow down on some iguana bits. as your teeth tear through the juicy, rubbery flesh, it suddenly occurs to you that you’ve never actually seen a single iguana in all your time out here.

you should be pleased that you successfully hacked this terminal, but the fact that the password was HELPME left you just a tad bit unsettled.

you return to visit your grave in goodsprings cemetery one night. as you stare down in the hole, you hear a ghostly whispering in the breeze, and you get the strange, sudden urge to climb back into it.

You know, when you're young you think that everybody out there really, really gets you. But, you know, actually, only a handful of them do. All the people who like you, despite your faults. And then if you discard them, they will never come back. So, when you meet those people you should just hold on to them. Really, really tightly. And don't let them go.

k.b. // sex education - netflix

I was looking around backstage, and there was in one corner was one of the exits. This was at 7:55 am, and it was pretty dark. The only light was emanating from the exit sign. It looked pretty creepy, so I ended up taking a picture of it and then edited it a few different ways

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During the most poor and homeless period of my life, I had a lot of people get angry with me because I spent $25 on Bath and Body Works candles during a sale. They couldn’t comprehend why the hell I would do that when I had been fighting for months to try and get us on our feet, afford food, and have an apartment to live in.

Those candles were placed beside wherever I slept that night. In the morning, I would move them and set them wherever I’d have to hang out. At one point I carried one around in my purse - one of those big honking 3-wick candles. I never lit them, but I’d open them and smell them a lot.

I credit that purchase with a lot of my drive that got me to where I am today. I had been working tirelessly, 15+ hour days with barely any reward, constantly on the phone or trying to deal with organizations and associations to “get help at”. It’d gone on for almost a year by the end of it, and I was so burnt out, to the point that I would shake 24/7. But I could get a bit of relief from my 3-wick “upper middle class lifestyle” candles. They represented my future goals, my home I wanted to decorate, and how I would one day not be in this mess anymore.

When we moved into the apartment, and our financial status improved, I burned those candles every single day. When they were empty, I cleaned them out, stuck labels on them, and they became the starting point of my really cute organization system I had ALWAYS planned to have.

So whenever I hear about someone very poor getting themselves a treat - maybe it’s Starbucks, maybe it’s a home deco item, maybe it’s a video game… I don’t judge them. I get it. I get that you can’t go without anything for that long without it making you go crazy. You need to pull some joy, inspiration, and motivation from somewhere.

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Sorry I've been inactive. I've just had a lot of work as school just started this week. I'm taking 3 IB classes, 2 AP classes, and 1 Honors class. Due to this, I may only be able to post 1 pixel art a week, so, once again, I apologize for that. I just need to focus on my studies since this year is going to be a challenging one for me.

(Let's hope I stick to at least 1 pixel art a week)