I felt it in my bones, deep as the ocean
Soon the summer will end, the flocks turn northern towards the warmth of instinct
Tides of amber beneath their tattered wingtips
One falls beneath the waves, heart
Stopped in its chest like broken clockwork
Only energy is perpetual, its tarnished vessel
Rending asunder in the cycle of the stars
Infinite as the loss of a firstborn son
No gully tarries lower than the final grave
No lover, arms outstretched to God is saved
Thinking of doing a series of space opera characters. This man is a psychic rebel soldier who fights against the government and the robot hordes.
Things I drew drunk on the train to Chicago
Ocean witch and her magic fish 🌊🌊🌊
Beautiful weekend spent by the lake tripping with friends. I love this drug.
Haven’t posted in a while, here’s some stuff I’ve been doodling!
Sorry I haven’t been posting much! Transferring schools takes a lot of energy that I don’t have and leaves none for drawing. Might grab a canvas and start a bigger project soon.
The only driving force I have to accomplish anything is not to be successful or make money, but just that I don’t want to spend the rest of my life bitter and alone. Feels like every year that passes I get closer to that ultimatum.
Everyone should listen to Duster-Stratosphere this wonderful Sunday evening'
Pen ran out of ink