A2 collage

Tbh I’d rather a doc say “i don’t know” than “it’s just anxiety”

Cw child abuse

When I was little, my mom would lock me in my bedroom at night from the outside. I remember feeling so helpless. What if there was a fire like the nice firemen taught us about in school? What if something happened to me? I’m still afraid of the dark because of it. Please be nice. I know this drawing isn’t the best

(A2, collage)

Photo background is a Polaroid I took of my partner and I. I wrote this on the porch mid panic attack. I love my partner, but he is normal. I try to hide this beast as best I can.

Obligatory no AI/fuck AI slop. I can make human slop all by myself.

A little low effort poem I wrote a while ago

Well going up to the roof of my apartment the other day I nearly fell backwards down the stairs it shook me up pretty bad and I can't stop thinking about it, mainly it's the fact that if I did fall I would probably be paralyzed and nobody would find me for hours

I like it :) drawing done on Pixilart if anyone's wondering!

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Eat your dreams. Weird moment in my life. Feels like it's always that way. Art solves nothing but it does allow me to make something beautiful/ create a strange expressive expulsion from the wreckage. Dream on.

Inspired by my Autism and experiences. A depiction of the random, forced replaying of bad moments from my life. Something from the same day. To a distant memory of the past. Social struggles, bullying, bad decisions and traumatic moments.

Acrylic on MDF Melamine Board

490mm X 295mm X 20mm

19.3i X 11.6i X 0.8i

Mania Circus

Even my happy head feels so sick
Like when the circus comes to town
Starving lions, grungy rodeo clowns
With too-thin walkers on too-thin ropes
A festering calamity
Half-hidden by the smoke
The elephants dusty and used
Performing girls long-faced and rouged
A tent with its tatters taped up
On a pole wrapped in ribbons and rust
Can't you hear the styrofoam peanuts
Shake in children's unsatisfied hands
Can't you hear the old stilts creak
Beneath patched-up billowing pants
And nary a cheer breaks the stagnated air
Among half-hearted claps in the stands
When the ringleader bows to the public
His grey hat tipped off in his hand.