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Drawing While Intoxicated

Post mini-argument drunk drawing at Ding Dong Lounge…

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"How do you know if they really like you? Kid, the answer's simple but you're not going to like it. They make time for you, that's how you know." #otherart #lonelyhearts #baradvice #linedrawing

Phantoms on the brain. #otherart #strangeart #bizarre #weirdthoughts

Anchor me, support me, absorb and aerate for me. #otherart #strangeart #bizarro #darkart #hypocotyl #weirdly

4:30AM I dunno #strangeart #weirdart #bizzaro #surreal #inkonnapkin #stonewall #afterbar #strangeworld

Fomo #strangeart #weirdart #amaturenight #fomo #fanartfriday #raphaeldude

Sisters #otherart #strangeart #weirdart #cumulonimbus #sisterlylove #protectors #watchers #mythsandlegends

Why do you return to him? #otherart #strangeart #weirdart #sketchbook #smoke #cigarette #fuckboy

When you're inspired by someone you love or whatever. 😘✨

She was named prom queen runner-up. #otherart #darkart #strangeart #weirdart #macabre #promqueen #seventieshorror #nostalgia #shortstories #scarystories

My mind is always there.

Her only mistake was believing that she might actually feel something in return.

If you burn your eyeballs looking at the eclipse just squeeze a little lime juice in them.

Just box it up and deal with it tomorrow... or years from now.

Thinking about ending a relationship or maybe leaving that nine to five you hate? The Empress of Over Extension implores you to do just the opposite. You may think your instincts are correct but now is not the time for hasty decisions. Better to commit a few more years of sacrifice for people who don't give a shit about you and sooth your angst with reveries of what might have been.

I'm going to look at you like this not until you tell me the truth, but until you admit to yourself that I already know.

The specter was as much a part of the house as the families that had moved in and out of it over the years. She was quiet, preferred not to move material objects and never indulged in spiritual contact. She wasn't one for superstition anyway. Just the same, every year on the night of the double full moon she repeated a simple wish, a reminder to herself really, that the flesh and blood entities that roamed her home never discover her existence and infest her nights with their primitive fears and misunderstandings.

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