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alex, she/her, twenty nine, melbourne ☼♊☽♍↑♊
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fluentisonusgoing to be honest though the type of blood oaths where you swear by pressing your bleeding cuts together to mingle the blood have so much erotic potential to me. what if we fit our open wounds together. what if the insides of us touched & our essences mixed. this too could be sex
I’ve been having a lot of feelings about the downfall of quality lately.
I ordered a pair of Dickies pants because pants are hard and workwear is usually reliable. When they arrived they were the scratchiest, most papery material–I can’t actually call it fabric in good faith–and fit a full three sizes too small. A week later I found the same pair in a thrift store, dated 2017. These are actual pants. They fit, they’re not made of asbestos. They’re only separated by time.
There’s no wood used in interior design unless it’s a custom build. I have a set of wealthy relatives who live in a condo. The downpayment for it was likely more money than I will see in my lifetime. The floors and the cabinets are all still laminate. I know I will never see real wood in a building constructed after 2000. Every “apartment hack” I see online has this very conspicuous, flat appearance because of all the paint and contact paper required to make these builds look personal in any way. The only natural materials are in the furnishings.
I’ve been harping on this for years, but everything is shit, nothing is designed to work, and “growth” and “profit” are just euphemisms for cutting corners until things are unworkable.
everything is more expensive, and everything is getting shittier.
i love you foils i love you gothic doubles i love you clones i love you alter egos i love you twins and false identities and shadow selves and reflections and ghosts and eidola and puppets and masks and
and how could i forget. doppelgängers <3
actually sex is when you have to kill the only person in the world who ever understood you and then you go to their apartment and stand in the same spot they did and look out their window at the same view they saw trying to grasp at one last shred of connection now that they're gone all while thinking about how if you had to do it over you'd kill them again because that's how it was always going to end
PORTRAIT COMMISSIONS
Im opening up some portrait slots for anyone who is interested :3c
The info:
Will Draw:
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Still got some more spaces for a few of these if anyone be interested 🖤
Myconid Colony
Myconids, also known as fungus ones, and fungus folk, were a race of ambulatory fungus creatures. They were known for their peacefulness and appreciation of quiet, making their homes in the darker corners of the world.