“It’s Okay To Love Something A Little Too Much, As Long As It’s Real To You.”

Updated: 9.24.2024 (this post is currently under construction!)

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“I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.”

— Epiphany

“I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.”

— Azra T

Muscle study I've ALWAYS wanted to do a grayscale anatomy piece....finally found the energy to do it.

Luffy. Simple and sweet.

If you're struggling to write sex, write food. if you're struggling to write food, write gore. if you're struggling to write gore, write sex. They're all variations on the same themes.

I crave a love so deep, the ocean would be jealous. - Pablo Neruda

best boy

In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly weep,

Lies a heart in pieces, secrets it must keep.

Once it beat with fervor, passion's tender flame,

Now it's just a whisper, lost without a name.

Memories like specters, haunt the fragile mind,

Echoes of a love once pure, now cruelly left behind.

Each whispered word a dagger, each smile a distant ghost,

In the wreckage of a love, it's the silence that hurts most.

The heart, though broken, still yearns for the light,

For the tender warmth that once felt so right.

But in the depths of sorrow, a new strength is found,

In the pieces of a heart, scattered on the ground.

For love, though fleeting, leaves a lasting trace,

In the quiet moments, it still finds its place.

So, though the heart may break, it learns to mend and grow,

In the garden of its pain, new flowers start to show.