demian !!

Is this really the future you want and have spent your life chasing?

david bowie, 1975.

EDIT: someone pointed out i got his eye color wrong #fixedit

new snippets of DEMIAN

that's why there is this question of: do you interpret it as mainly allegorical, as a very jungian tale of awakening & integration of the shadow in which archetypes come to life to guide a troubled psyche searching for purpose, and in which nothing is to be taken at face value, but for its symbolic meaning? or do you read it as a story about mental health and someone with a precarious relationship to reality? i guess there is also a third option of interpreting it as an actually subtly supernatural tale. and obviously it doesn't have to be one or the other at all, and is in fact much more interesting when it isn't! i just feel like that very psychological and certainly more distressing perspective rarely ever gets talked about in comparison to other interpretations, even though i think it has just as much to contribute.

(not) gay men in classic lit: i drew a portrait of my ideal woman and made love to it and realised only later, delirious, that i drew my childhood best friend i havent spoken to in years and who has consumed my every thought since we were children. he is my brother, my master, my companion, he has reshaped my world and given birth to the man i am today. i marvel at how handsome he is as he boxes shirtless in his yard. we kiss on the mouth and i long for him the rest of my life. // i have committed a heinous crime and and i am plagued with guilt and paranoia and self-loathing and gave myself a delirious fever. i am full of hatred for all mankind and have just thought how i would verbally abuse and spit on anyone who would dare talk to me as i unconsciously walked to my only friend’s house. i havent spoken to him in months and he welcomes me with open arms. he nurses me and spoon-feeds me while im driven half-mad by the blood on my hands, which he does not see.

love u laura, im thankful of having a tattoo in your remembrance

a little personal response / tribute to "here's the life i've always longed for" by Anna Haifisch. the original means so much to me, and even though it's hard, I feel like every day i'm making more steps toward finally being on the other side of that fence <:)

thank you, random artist on tumblr, i will always remember you <3

in my borzoi era 🐾

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please turn off the lights on your way out

It’s her year

another vicreature piece, i had this one just sitting in my computer and only just could post it (as I was in the process of moving houses)