Jeskell

I’ve spent more time drawing the boy I have a crush on a fucking drsgon with too much detail than I’ve spent on my own art in like a week

America land of the free.

It means you’re free to find creative ways to enslave and bankrupt people. Punishing them for having their own opinions

Welcome to America we have death if you exist wrong and plastic cheese

I feel like I’m reaching for something I will never achieve

Does anyone have that picture of a cat that looks like it’s on the side of a roof sleeping on a gutter but there is no gutter

I decided she needed a body after I already finished the lineart

I’m using my old art as a reference and it’s not as good as the first time I did it…

Every day at 3 am I become a cumslut. But for water.

I think putting my face in his pubes and smelling him would fix me

Do you ever want to play god?

To create multiple worlds of your own devising to see how human beings change. To see what’s fundamental and what illusions they’ve created for themselves. When they get so stuck in their ways of what’s right and wrong to throw them a curveball and knock them down. To see how much you can throw at them until they give up. To see their hopes and dreams and everything they’ve ever wanted, only to give it to the few they don’t think deserve it. Just to see what would happen if you broke them

What in gods gazonka bahongas?

Perpetually falling down the stairs on a flat surface

A singular boob a bob if you will

It’s time for everyone’s favorite game! Am I hungry or am I thirsty? The answer is probably yes.

I live my entire life in my head, so much so that when I look in a mirror I have to look away. It’s far to difficult to pretend you don’t exist when you’re staring right at yourself. I never live my life, I think at some point it got too much for me and I needed to leave. Which is why I think I love it so much there. No matter where I am I don’t exist here, except for there. I have one place that I can call home, and I think the reason I can call it so is because I can live there. I exist as myself there instead of shrouding the world in the fantasy I have been curating since I was 10. I was myself before it all happened and life resumes once I’m there. I don’t think I can ever truly live my life again until I’m back there. But I can’t go back yet, for right now I just have to deal with the memories. The memories that are beautiful that give me a wonderful sense of belonging and joy, a world better than I could ever imagine. And the memories that remind me the world isn’t perfect, and sometimes life just wants to fuck you up. A sadness to the point of screaming into the void of your own heart as the joy of life is stripped away until you simply don’t want the curse of it anymore. But I am patient, and I have learned from both of them. Life can be amazing and agonizing, the world is full of beautiful things that are so small and complicated and simple at the same time. Miles upon miles of animals and trees in every color you can imagine, and sometimes it will glow beautiful colors in the night to comfort you. And the world is also full of people. People that will help each other, and uplift each other despite not knowing anything about each other; but it’s also full of people that will hurt each other and kill each other even though they too know nothing about the other. There is pain, some of the animals harm the others for the fun of it, plants and animals and bugs will parasite others until there’s nothing left to feed on. Sometimes the most beautiful of lakes will kill you the second you get too close. There is a wonderful beauty and danger to everything in this world. And while I wish no one ever has to go through what I went through. I still feel like I learned from it more than I could have if I hadn’t